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Ayn Jan 2021
Losing the last cord,
Left to sit and whimper.
Silenced by a culling voice;
Words escaping my thoughts
Like a bullet escaping the cartridge.

All I need is for a spark
To rise beyond the towering flames.
I’ve started drawing, because idk. I’m not great at it but practice makes perfect. Well perfect is a concept rather than a possible outcome for almost everything, so I won’t be perfect, but lets see how much I can improve.
Ayn Jan 2021
Cleaving through the stilling silence,
Like an ocean’s crushing roar.
The dulling gray sky
Becomes a lightless void
With a scream of defiance,
Splitting the essence of noise.

Left with a silence so warm,
But it’s just the calm before the storm.
Ayn Jan 2021
Mulling over past events,
I hear the simple breath.
A complex existence
Lulling me forward.
The ocean lies ahead,
But her breath pulls me closer.

The rising surf,
Crashing like a titan’s cradle.
Fear spraying my face
As she kicks up the water.
Tearing me from our reality,
While screaming a muting melody;
Dragging out the fear inside of me

My layers,
Worn too thin,
Letting her right through.
Piercing my skin
And igniting my nerves;
Numbing my senses,
And leaving in silence.
The wind is cold, is it not? It’s another thought. If you’ve seen my other work you’ll know what the wind is.
Ayn Jan 2021
As it bears down,
Shrouding me in fear,
I feel it.

Piercing my skin,
Like a webwork of needles;
Igniting my nerves
And numbing my veins.

The weakened rays of sun
Fail to reflect the lingering web,
Or the spider lingering beyond.
Just a playful idea on how the cold feels. I say meh. I wanted to describe it more deeply. How the sunlight failed to show how cold it really is.
Ayn Jan 2021
Dawn the helm of war,
Nothing else matters anymore.
But when all means
Meet their ends,
Dreams subtly was ashore.
You made this all go away,
But now you’re what I can’t see;
A fading reminder
Of what I used to be.
Not a love poem. Hahaha if it was it probably wouldn’t have been as sour.
Ayn Jan 2021
It seems that you’re not satisfied
With all the runs I’ve tried.
You’re gone for good yet you linger,
Like one’s reputation, pointing the finger.

What was I supposed to do?
I lost my **** because of you.
I’ve made it to the bow;
Nothing can stop me now.
Ayn Jan 2021
Fluorescent shadows
Quake on the concrete.
Like autumn leaves
In a solitary plain,
The ****** and disappear.

Shadows of men I don’t see,
I guess they’ll always be there,
Haunting me.
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