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PeacockBrain Apr 2012
White noise.
The grey ants racing
Across the TV screen.
Dead,
Meaningless.
The boy stares for a time.
Transfixed on the pixelated blur.
Unaware there may be something
On the other side of the horizontal snowfall.
He misses his chance-
Focusing instead on the external chaos.
PeacockBrain Apr 2012
This fire,
this fire right here.
Can burn,
can burn in the water.
Don't try,
Don't try to put it out.
You'll yearn,*
You'll Yearn even harder.
PeacockBrain Apr 2012
A box brings me comfort,
Don't wanna break through.
I'm so very content
Not seeing anything new.
You on the other side-
Stop knocking at me.
I will not come out,
It's you who cannot see.
I know every inch of this box
Like the palm of my hand.
I'm never thrown off guard,
Everything goes as planned. <3
PeacockBrain Apr 2012
Shield glued to my hand, Armor burns into my skin.
I have no control, I can never win.
PeacockBrain Apr 2012
Air out your BRAIN.
Give it some time
To catch its own breath.
Gather it's MIND.
PeacockBrain Apr 2012
Happiness blocks the art.*
Is that selfish?
Or just plain true?
Messed up minds
have one of their own.*
A delicate talent.
So easy to lose hold of.
PeacockBrain Apr 2012
LSD
Brother don't leave me now,
Come down this way with me.
If you go out on your own
You'll never return saf-ely.
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