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Snowball
Snowball
40/M/NY
Amidst all the pomp and circumstance, Between the togetherness and happenstance, Brews a world of disillusionment, A creeping, silent bewilderment. Spewed forth like a cannonball, One by one, you watch them fall. Smugness in a straw man’s call, A fabricated know-it-all. Flowing like a shattered dam, Words engraved in the common man. Truth reduced to a hollow crutch, When blessed by the divine touch. May the words forever be heard, Not as command, But as the absurd
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Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 3:03 PM UTC
The Hollow Ceremony
Spare some time, Some shine, Some change. Give a line, A sign, Some way to gauge. A teary eye, A hidden lie, Some way to turn the page. But when I try, Both you and I Dig a deeper grave.
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Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
Differences
Pieces of shrapnel It drifts on by, Invisible to your naked eye. It solicits no hand, No beckon to the why. It offers no reason, No mark to signify. Pieces of shrapnel Just searching for its place, Scouring the wide eyes— The hopeless, The grace. To know its name Is to give it a face. These pieces of shrapnel Have found its place.
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Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 10:58 PM UTC
Pieces of shrapnel.
There’s no use No tools will do A fault line runs through But in the distance Beyond the line I see you
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:57 PM UTC
Beyond the fault
Weeping from her wounds Poisoned by the flesh and bones We’ll rest when she’s dead.
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 12:27 PM UTC
Elegy in ash
High on shallow dreams Empathize with fellow beasts Preach obscurity
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Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 10:02 AM UTC
High on the Hollow
Within solitude Forever speaking to ghosts Who never speak back.
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Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC
Whispers to no one
Opened. Pried and beckoned Ripped from tranquility Forced into this reality Again.
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Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
Exposure
Stand beside me, Friend The one I have always feared The one that lives here.
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Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 9:49 PM UTC
Whisper in my ear
Cradle his young ego The man repeats old patterns Fooled by his own mind
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Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
Patterns