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Amancini
26/M/Chicago Spoken Word | Free Form | Haikus / / Read, Enjoy, Engage. / / Read my first shared screenplay at: https://www.scriptrevolution.com/profiles/andrew-mancini
Worrying too much This is out of my control Guess I’ll make coffee
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Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
Worry
A life well lived always includes some sort of mischief, a healthy balance at least – nothing malicious: it’s just part of the business,                                                  it’s why the sound of laughter is so mouthwateringly delicious                                 and spontaneity                                 brings one to their knees it’s so ******* religious!   What I’m trying to say is: learn          to laugh                         with life.                                                   Simply put,               there’s just too much humor to not share your light.
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
A Life Well Lived
Emotions boom like unhinged stereo equipment pushing gusts of wind waves through the room, disturbing epic stillness, inciting wicked rage that ricochets; fingers scrape my face, figures lose their shape as vision fades, pain transforms to passion; two broken hearts took each other captive.
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
Captive
Shedding skins of old – peeled from my frigid bones, touched by sizzling cold, boiled down to just my soul: Here, I roam. Learning as I go, the beauty of alone.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC
The Beauty of Alone
Found without a face, embraced, entranced by one another through fate, bound by eternity, time, and space, rebuilt from crumbled dust, fighting through crumpled trust.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
Embraced
A straight line delivers the illusion of control – the delusion manifested order could ever be kept in tow, or manipulated reasoning could ever take seed and grow against the natural ebb and flow. If each our mind a garden, work to see it bloom full of luscious fruit capable of sweetening even the dankest, darkest glooms. Savor that sweet, succulent juice as it drips from your lips and cascades down your chin To break from the mold, let go of control. To break from the mold, let go of control.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
The Illusion of Control
A broken spirit is much harder to mend than a broken bone – See, there’s no cast for a soul, and no meds a capsule could hold that’s as potent as hope. There is healing though; where the Moon and the Stars exist unpolluted by light, the radiant cosmos breathes through the night: rekindling passionate flames till burning unfettered, brilliant, and bright.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
No Cast for a Soul