Mosaic - Hello Poetry

Dissociate To deprecate defile reality uncertain Drawn are curtains using l Of mental metal mass produced perception broken compass lipblocked direction affection anntenaes through Hippocampus can't this be a repeat Record second scratchin me raw Hit delete Noxious talking called small Bout the weather I'm no flying machine Stuck on cloud nine with desentzied time Sundialing for conversation catch 22 Feeling cotton candy Lack of oxygen In-house run house round me Living post patriarchal society

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Oct 27, 2017

Oct 27, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC

First sketch of Admission

Dissociate To deprecate defile reality uncertain Drawn are curtains using l Of mental metal mass produced perception broken compass lipblocked direction affection anntenaes through Hippocampus can't this be a repeat Record second scratchin me raw Hit delete Noxious talking called small Bout the weather I'm no flying machine Stuck on cloud nine with desentzied time Sundialing for conversation catch 22 Feeling cotton candy Lack of oxygen In-house run house round me Living post patriarchal society

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May 3, 2017

May 3, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC

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I sketched you And watered your plants We had existential sunrises Blue from inner death Fond to gnarled tree Sick memory of you and me Coffee no longer no longer Tastes so bitter Shy with fear Do not cross yield Crop circles ahead Firery brim firey brim firefly sins Liminal sythaeshtic bliss Cerberus innocence Kite crashing Temptation mixed with tense Escape escape escape x2 The loneliness The lonely winds Coffee no longer coffee no longer Tastes so bitter And I miss my name Bitter little sinner Bittler little girl All the same Bitter little sinner Bitter little girl Learning the same mistakes Interest to abstract concept

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Feb 25, 2017

Feb 25, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC

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I sketched you And watered your plants We had existential sunrises Blue from inner death Fond to gnarled tree Sick memory of you and me Coffee no longer no longer Tastes so bitter Shy with fear Do not cross yield Crop circles ahead Firery brim firey brim firefly sins Liminal sythaeshtic bliss Cerberus innocence Kite crashing Temptation mixed with tense Escape escape escape x2 The loneliness The lonely winds Coffee no longer coffee no longer Tastes so bitter And I miss my name Bitter little sinner Bittler little girl All the same Bitter little sinner Bitter little girl Learning the same mistakes Interest to abstract concept

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Exhibition devoted to relativity Looks like it could be genetic and luck Experts believe it's not repressed Rescuers evacuated Such an animal Soft We make attempts in a single field placement Because there in nothing to language It becomes as simple as a beacon of eternal Wake up the body the mind will follow home Spend sometime within half an apocalypse Otherwise live lives of the ordinary We are green and private The breakfasts and feasts of each other They being sweet and fresh coffee with spices Closer to the light Compatibility is so little simply become the window Set fire Creating the edge All absolutely somehow magnetically mythical This stolen memory surfaced Neurons sacrificing is the process of forgetting This time is local association Remembering is asphyxiation If it is comfortable Heat the impression Then they shall come for you Otherwise it is a Winter morning At the entrance time is new and can be branches Seasons can procrastinate too Take advantage of every day That is the forest of approach Some outweighed by different states of transmit We were lost even just reversed versions of ourselves Confused in a network In which lover is theater Adopted in the desert I do not addition to this quiet my favorite light Falter not in daydreams A place of stumbling Paradoxing lost and found In early morning

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Dec 9, 2016

Dec 9, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC

Early Morning Dawn folding itself into Paradigms

Exhibition devoted to relativity Looks like it could be genetic and luck Experts believe it's not repressed Rescuers evacuated Such an animal Soft We make attempts in a single field placement Because there in nothing to language It becomes as simple as a beacon of eternal Wake up the body the mind will follow home Spend sometime within half an apocalypse Otherwise live lives of the ordinary We are green and private The breakfasts and feasts of each other They being sweet and fresh coffee with spices Closer to the light Compatibility is so little simply become the window Set fire Creating the edge All absolutely somehow magnetically mythical This stolen memory surfaced Neurons sacrificing is the process of forgetting This time is local association Remembering is asphyxiation If it is comfortable Heat the impression Then they shall come for you Otherwise it is a Winter morning At the entrance time is new and can be branches Seasons can procrastinate too Take advantage of every day That is the forest of approach Some outweighed by different states of transmit We were lost even just reversed versions of ourselves Confused in a network In which lover is theater Adopted in the desert I do not addition to this quiet my favorite light Falter not in daydreams A place of stumbling Paradoxing lost and found In early morning

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Giving to the pain Tides smearing my existence to sand and I don't mind

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Dec 1, 2016

Dec 1, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC

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Giving to the pain Tides smearing my existence to sand and I don't mind

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Thanks for misundersnding me Gives me a lot of clarity Sky can't be without some rain Experiences perspectives change From sunshine to anger issues Psychotic look whose wearing the shoes Could run crop circles around you Foreign realities unspoken Wonder or never land Figures we were just playing pretend

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Nov 28, 2016

Nov 28, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC

Teeth too close Together

Thanks for misundersnding me Gives me a lot of clarity Sky can't be without some rain Experiences perspectives change From sunshine to anger issues Psychotic look whose wearing the shoes Could run crop circles around you Foreign realities unspoken Wonder or never land Figures we were just playing pretend

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take these broken and weary bones call them home folding paper flowers leafs into owls stringing them up on close line next to the windowsills Hanging ceremonial prayer flags Stare at clouds instead of each other's eyes Misdirection not necessarily a lie

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Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC

Tired Daydreams

take these broken and weary bones call them home folding paper flowers leafs into owls stringing them up on close line next to the windowsills Hanging ceremonial prayer flags Stare at clouds instead of each other's eyes Misdirection not necessarily a lie

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Upside down moon Spinning room called planet Tension seeping from exposed pores Forgiveness fake Neurotic conversation playground Hands moving in unholy direction Loyalty fiction affliction Contempt without absolution Lullabies children stories Lost an eye From good intention We grow to stone Moss will not come To ease these cold states From uncertainty to disloyalty Reminisce to young times Pain still present in all phases of memory

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Nov 21, 2016

Nov 21, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC

Cascade of Unhappy Chaos

Upside down moon Spinning room called planet Tension seeping from exposed pores Forgiveness fake Neurotic conversation playground Hands moving in unholy direction Loyalty fiction affliction Contempt without absolution Lullabies children stories Lost an eye From good intention We grow to stone Moss will not come To ease these cold states From uncertainty to disloyalty Reminisce to young times Pain still present in all phases of memory

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I'll be the pyramids you'll be the sky The clothing shorn In wasteland we are born Where do we go now Forgotten places Forgotten time Love and love me not Wilted flowers and lost thoughts The radio is in the street Columns creaking in defeat We're feeding ourselves to the fire Injecting dreams self dissonance We walk in the desert calling it home In fire born In wasteland The clothes are shorn I'll be the sky you'll be the pyramids

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Nov 21, 2016

Nov 21, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC

Too Close to tell who is Who

I'll be the pyramids you'll be the sky The clothing shorn In wasteland we are born Where do we go now Forgotten places Forgotten time Love and love me not Wilted flowers and lost thoughts The radio is in the street Columns creaking in defeat We're feeding ourselves to the fire Injecting dreams self dissonance We walk in the desert calling it home In fire born In wasteland The clothes are shorn I'll be the sky you'll be the pyramids

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There's creak and cracking In the ancient structure Of getting older Body tightens its grip Flirting with eventual end Scenic route Sighs to broken bones On this open road Superficial souls Can't have a birthday Always gotta look **** Digital manifestation There's no mystery left to the world We dive deep Still minnows Time calls our names Never forget youths betrothed enemy Time calls our names Subjects to change Superficial souls Searching for rabbit holes Scenic route Sighs to Indian mounds On this ending road All souls grow old

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Nov 14, 2016

Nov 14, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC

Superficial Souls

There's creak and cracking In the ancient structure Of getting older Body tightens its grip Flirting with eventual end Scenic route Sighs to broken bones On this open road Superficial souls Can't have a birthday Always gotta look **** Digital manifestation There's no mystery left to the world We dive deep Still minnows Time calls our names Never forget youths betrothed enemy Time calls our names Subjects to change Superficial souls Searching for rabbit holes Scenic route Sighs to Indian mounds On this ending road All souls grow old

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