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LeashedHe aimlessly terries Doing as he pleases Yet he has his forced limits. He's a curious dog on a leash Chewing at his lead, attempting escape. His age is a minute timeline In an age marked by a unique soil, Tarred styrofoam fossilized under pressure, With dense remains ossified by the stress. Dreamless regrets step on toes and breakdown With for of fortune which misfortunately takes place. He rolls his eyes and forces a smile, Clenching the lead without conflicting pulls. He can taste the smell of the crimson tide Flowing through his teeth and sating his desiresLeashed
by ~bittersweetexistence
PossessionsEver describing wants, Never prizing what already is. Ours or yours or mine. Why does happiness have a price, Or is it just taken for granted? Why is coveting others so familiar? Does it have to be with us all? Changing things and people selfishly Or letting those change themselves selflessly Such costly happiness may only bring regret. Not having what is desired Yet having so much immaterial wealth, Sentimentally being priceless, Therefore a freedom to be happy And in turn a happiness to be free, Careless about possessions, To save the caring forPossessions
by ~bittersweetexistence
Infected KeloidsInfected keloids on the fissures of my unconscious, Where my psyche is whacked, I'm a pessimist in denial. Thinking can never end when you hate the thoughts being thinked. Waking angry from each unconscious vision of that smile, Feeling falsely agreeable to alleviate the pain. I am disagreeable to those who disagree, I am more disagreeable to those who do agree, The minority majority scandalous authority. Who am I to say nay to such a social conformity, Who are they to say nay to my unipolar soapbox. With disdain and this pain, i drown in a pool of dolls. They terrorize, hypnotInfected Keloids
by ~bittersweetexistence
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we're fables, we're animalswe put up walls we have since we were kids we little pigs build ourselves of brickswe're fables, we're animals
or straw into a nest glass houses to look out and be judged by all the rest
doesn't matter which with time the world will tear it down and that's when you decide to just let your heart out
by ~goodbyeafterglow
....had a great fallwhen her tears form her eyelashes swell the sweet black paint glistens on her cheeks looking down at the ground she falls flat reaches for his hand but lands sad "cry" she says just cry for me leaving her lonely he lies in his eyes she closes hers....had a great fall
and her head rises shes raining down doubt and we all fall down because he was the only one who could put her back together
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"I hear in the distance prolonged screams of the most poignant anguish." -Isidore Ducasse
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"I hear in the distance prolonged screams of the most poignant anguish." -Isidore Ducasse
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Why is it that I find it so difficult to accept the present moment, whole as an apple, without cutting and hacking at it to find a purpose, or setting it up on a shelf with other apples to measure its worth...? ~Sylvia Plath
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