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Hunter Sep 2018
Used to be magic, hocus pocus
Now I’m just sitting with life out of focus
Never getting the full shot just a blurry face
Running out of film and simply taking up space
Better tech becoming more and more relevant
Meanwhile I’m still just stuck here sitting in development
The stress here and there is smudging the view
I’m not quite able to get that good side of you
Try to get the pic but it’s gone before the flash
Just wasting away that film, burning it into ash
The shutter is merely going too fast
Never going to get that photo to last
Once used for happy memories now lies dormant in dust
Easy to be forgotten about and left out to be consumed by rust
First inspired by Olivia. Thanks
Hunter Sep 2018
Sit quietly and listen
Far out of eyesight
Through the mountains and the valleys
the storm is coming
Hear that rolling thunder crashing in the heavens
Smell the sweet scent of rain falling off in the distance
Get a brief glance of lightning as it dashes high above
Dark clouds may be coming but the pluviophile knows that without the rain
There is no growth
Hunter Sep 2018
Heartbreaking
And the tears that fall down your face
Happy memories
Like malevolent ghosts of the past
Sleepless nights
Growing more and more frequent
Fake smile
Yeah I’m perfectly fine
Rubber band
Keeping me from the alternative
Days passing
Hoping to get better but with no prevail
Can not breathe
Hyperventilating and perfectly frozen
Depression
On a constant rise with no end in sight
A mistake
All I am upon this wretched earth
20 lines
And this is the end, have a good day

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