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ThisUniverseLost
ThisUniverseLost
34/M Why would you cease to create? You wouldn't even own your soul.
Smile. That warm flutter across my shoulders and through my chest Smile for me. That all my cares and woes evaporate Smile often. That this feeling will never waiver or dull in our always Smile honestly. That you will never allow me to see a crafted image of happiness for my heart would crumble.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
Smile
I have reached the end of this corridor. The space between the walls either side; where I stand. This space is tiny. I have been funnelled here. The route was so direct, so easy. The easiest. The end, so predictable and terminal. We walk this path so well. Along the way we read such inspirational things in such cheap places. The sentiments and motivational words surround us so much that we are numb. The inertia set in years ago, but sparks have ignited in me in these late times.. Each one all the more misguided and further from reality. Far from this reality. I suppose, where I crave to be? The results are unsuccessful. My dreams flicker through grey matter like remnants of a Universe lost. The distance from whence I came? So great that I can only produce tears in response, as I comprehend it. Silent ones. Nothing should be spoken of this - I see that now. Deaf ears
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
Youth Terminates
Should I try to write..?
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
Untitled
if today was the day I longed for if today wasn't so unkind then the existence of this poem...
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
...if
The morning light spills upwards and floods fast over me from the horizon. Its power and beauty, astounding. I simply wake. My problems begin when others do the same. Good day
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
Sunrise
Imagination One step away from our world Too far for some souls
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
Insanity (Haiku)
Reflecting the sun our eyes a blindness is amplified We deny what's beneath This skin can be shattered it must it must or it will last
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
Tiles