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everil
everil
I am enticed with these emotions I feel. Expressing it is the best part.
We are seas apart it seems even sitting across each other. We sail into rooms the same hoping the Sun is risen. Blinding as ever, so this endeavor is not in vain. So when we lock gazes there is no escape. The pull is just as awing as the star strong enough to pull these rafts and drown us in these seas together.
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
Brace Yourself
I'd phrase it as that I am trying to feed. A man has to eat, eat. When you take seat in a self placed aybss. The only light burning is the one you reminisce. Now days in front a furnace, trying to resist the creeping darker forces. Running you south, deeper down the forest. Leading to your bliss and remaining torment.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
Falling into Bad Habits
What is it to be lonely? Does one get to a point where one's own presence become something to loathe? Is it odd not to not to ache from this solitude? I have heart grand amouts, but in those moments of silence and desolation. I thrive in thought halting this worlds motion until the fading light if my vision cease. Enveloped by what seems like darkness and stereotypical loneliness. I feel more, I see more.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
lonely
When diving into my gaze immediate purgatory is immanent, understand the pressure is immense.  Acknowledge this compression to the Earth. Imagine it made you feel more than a single scorch coal.  Understand this heavy glare was seeing you for the jewel that you are. You refracted light and casting sudden exodus to my darkest corners. For the moment understood the twinkle in my eye, was you.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Sight Seeing in Seconds.
Fighting handfuls of tiresome nights The plight of tossing and turning takes a yielding turn to my mind Such repression pillows over my face Reminiscent of earlier drawn into a daze I exhale conscious inhale dreams begin a lovely pace and appeared Upon the Subconscious Guest in a house of woes and love without a mortgage with stories that fill books
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
Dreamare