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rimbaudiy
A spokesperson for a man that is full of confusion, contradiction, delusion and imagination.
There were days when I just knew that it was no better than last summer, or even the first day of this year. If I stayed within this circle of fear, waiting for the blizzard to pass, I would forever remain a raindrop, instead of thunder.
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 11:40 PM UTC
There were days
how it feels returning to the suburbia, walking past couples eating chilly popsicles from each other’s hands, while kids fall on the pavements — not a worry, not a melee — as the first full moon, overlooking us, beyond the double pulses built at the epicentre, witnesses all the wild, harsh river flows that taught us life. I am not the melodramatic aristocrat; you are the forgetful, envious plutocrat. will you make it through January when I still linger with December?
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
Months Passed Us By
George pleaded for his life, begged to breathe, requested the continuity of his own existence before the lynch, with a knee on the commemoration day of many lives that have burned in vain — violent resistance in detention, a fabrication out of desperation, when all they had was the sick joy of seeing an innocent in pain, fell silent and motionless once and for all, and he too has burned in vain. Do not let that be a fact. Eric waits, and now George too.
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 7:21 PM UTC
In Vain
I am fixing the racetrack where all the thoughts there have turned black, reclaiming my isolated dignity, retraining every part of my thoughts, connecting every incomplete dot which will lead me to the adjacent poles that are satisfied with their own nature. Science taught me nothing but selective decision and a sense of entrapment. Whisper to your pillow before every intentional breath “Am I just a vehicle to every unidentifiable selfishness, or am I just living up to my own means?”
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
Fixation Junction
the love is for us to hold in high affinity, and to be protected like our sanity.
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
Etch Forever Under Our Coasters
When you asked me for the only direction to the campsite of Holy Aurora, I fed you with the temptation, and when you laid the blanket I made you the bed instead. I was already underneath the lake, and I extended my hand to you, waiting for you to realise that there is nothing at stake, and there is no wrong in being true. When you talked to me about the fiery, empty sunset, there were devils that lingered and smiled. I painted clouds and rainbows for you to be sheltered from, partook in a deep sigh and grew. You were awakened by the smell of the brewed coffee, filled with our joy and contentment. You were no longer in a daze, forever buried in the strong aftertaste. Stay within my sight, and touch me with all your might.
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
A Trip With You
There are lives that have died and gone to waste, but there are also lives that are well-lived, yet already gone to waste.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
They Live
You burn the box and set the ring of fire. You tame the fox and set up the wings of desire. How can I walk away? Let me in.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
Let me in
this is the city of faith, the city of doubt, discipline overrated, tough will is decisive, the decider, the dictator, in the grey, hazy morning, try your best to make it, celebrate all the symbols, conceding mimicking rats, satisfy the prowling big cats, pick whatever that is left in your accustomed route, and push through it till the death of the sun in each of your weary runs. all hail the lost souls, see you in the city hall at the end of the day.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 8:07 PM UTC
the city of faith
the wilderness in a soul that is scattered all over this vast, empty universe, always challenged, left without any apparent guidance, nor any cult, firm formulae, we are that only soul, slow, without direction, colliding all over this hazardous place, relying on our instinct and complicated mind, the component of each particle is intense, non-binary, and it helps us to disrupt the pattern of our non-existence, and therefore, yes, here we are.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
the wilderness