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oliver-styles
In between two mirrors opposing one another lays a metaphysical space Revealing the alternate dimensions of endless choices Turning one way, half of me is defiant Giving the other mirror attention, my other half is captivated by another Different paths show possibles future The consequences of my decisions stretch further then my eyes can see I feel the blood surging within my veins from my climatic beating heart as the paranoia consumes me The sensation is overwhelming but a sudden realization relieves me These glass walls mean nothing to me as they are just imprisonments of possibilities My desires don’t lie in the future but are right now. Nothing I want lies within the mirrors of complexity I turn to my left and see everything I ever wanted. I see my future, my mind, my life, my everything I became a hound who lost the scent of reality My senses are at a euphoric high as I stop looking into the mirror The rest of me follows my actions and one by one, they look away
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
Pont de Bir-Hakeim
My warmth inside has drained away The feelings I held on tight to have became lost in the breeze The music-deafening wind not only physically beats me down but also strips me of what I want to hear I strive for the days that the heat isn’t hiding and the sun peaks out But the sheer cold makes it hard to breathe, telling me to go back home I become so aggravated I keep on pushing just to show defiance The evidence of my fatigue and mental suffering becomes clear as it drops off my face The mix of heat and frigid times contort my sensations, making me lost But I must conceal what I feel so I run towards whatever my eyes are on My mind goes blank, I have become numb
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
Uncomfortably Numb
Crying is shown as a sign of weakness In fact, it is the total opposite of that It is a gateway to be true to yourself It expresses thoughts that should not be contained The salty droplets of your eyes contain feelings that wait to drop off your cheek My eyes water up from time to time A million images race through my head creating a stream of rushing emotion that is building up at the dam of reluctance A song, a movie, a loss, a love, a goodbye, a regret, a food, a fear, an experience, a thought, a drive down the road, a girl It is unable to be stopped and the waterfall expels out of my eyes Crying should not be feared, but accepted It shows care and love It helps me deal with pain As disgusting as some may view it I find it to be absolutely beautiful
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
Tears
it stays on your mind unwilling to leave your head unable to escape it's a blessing and a curse maybe it's presence is wanted you do not want the thought to vanish you want it to root itself in the furthest corners you become fixated on every small detail the more you think the more it grows on you but it starts to eat away at you it's all you can think about anymore you have blissfully lost control slowly losing and drifting away you have become overwhelmed but it doesn't matter how can't it matter? Because you love it
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
Overwhelmed
The minutes of the clock in front of me blink like seconds Slowly falling asleep, my blankets hide my pupils At first there is just black Then random colors begin to splat across my mind like a crazed artist with a blank canvas Blue and red wage war to gain the control of my vision A growing green circle pushes all color away, proving to be the most worthy As my mind beings to grow tired of this battle, it travels to a new path Images of art begin to rush through my head I see a stary knight, a giant wave, or even an elephant A desire to draw develops within me But my hands cannot match the beauty created by my mind My thoughts drift away as my brain shuts off, the sporadic thoughts dissapear The shoulders of this brain are covered and a drool puddle forms The color seeps out of my images until all I see is black once again... That is until I begin to dream
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
Color