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PatienceThere's this scintillating glow / Behind a sheer veil that falls ominously before my eyes / If only I might just...
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Oct 3, 2011
suffocatedThe air is thick, my thought**s** like putty. / Can't sort thro**u**gh the tangle of displaced dreams. / These lingering **f**lies of memories long past continue to patronize me.
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Nov 3, 2010
unfinishedGlaring across the fiery pit of strangled agony, feasting his eyes on what was stolen from him so swiftly and without concern for the consequences. His pupils engulfed, his irises set on a rolling boil. Waiting to emerge with the bloodlust he could feel ever so gently floating to the surface. One pair of an inhale, exhale, back up and the sensation of flight rushing across his salt-encrusted face. / Laugh, laugh, laugh. They certainly will be once I've had my share of breaths. Feet thump to the ground and eyes bulge like kernels in the microwave. Bound--
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Nov 16, 2010
UntitledWalking down the road of what used to be hope, and inspiration, but what is now nothing more than an abysmal canyon whose prickly labyrinth walls I cannot seem to muster the brawn to climb over or run through. / I've seen this shrub before, thrice. Look at it, lessening into further darkness with each beat of a broken wing. I am forever set in this ritual purgatory. A separate state of consciousness unlike that of a recreational high. / A blade swims across marble, hitting snags at semi-frequent intervals. Strawberry thick streaks rushing across to the finish line, steady as she goes.
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Nov 16, 2010
UntitledI've been struggling with a key / I've crafted from the flesh / Of a bluebird's view
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Apr 8, 2015
welcomeDiving into a cornfield of despair, a creamy boa constrictor hugging my chest. Unable to reach the pliers sticking out of my pocket, painfully teasing. It releases briefly to allow the venomous shards of tolerance to reach my lungs for a moment. No matter the seemingly friendly gesture, just one puncture after the other. / Conspirators directing their standard march, strangling on cue with as much enthusiasm as a turtle gnawing at its brunch. Useless fucking schedule, condemned to it for a life-long demise. / To stop and ingest, a team of euphoric soldiers filing into my beaten past and creating a future that never would have been. Dispersed evenly so as to cancel out that which is to always be present in memory. A ray of sun kissing my cheeks as a symbol of hope and thrill. A smooth, unceasing sense of gratitude enjoying its residence and occupation, never feeling the need to vacation.
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Nov 16, 2010
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