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Verbatim Lynnie Dec 2018
his rugged eyes tore his soul,
desperate for a break.
He likes the poison it drips off,
more desperate for its intake.
He seems.... hungry..
but it's not only lack of food.
It's the distance he walks between who he is,
and how he's really viewed.
He acts angry, and he is,
but it's at that part he can't obey.
It keeps ripping up his notes,
so that his real words can never stay.
So he doesn't have thoughts of his own,
or a body, and around his neck?
A vial that keeps getting tighter,
seeping chemicals within to cause regret-
i haven't been on here in FOREVER so I'm sorry, lol. I relapsed and these last few weeks have been tough, to the point where I couldn't write without getting really low inside my head. Anyway, i appreciate all the support I've been getting
All feedback is welcome and appreciated!
  Dec 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Jen
One day in 2299,
They will tell
This story,
The one of
Dying books on
Dusty shelves,
In a time when
There was
Still room
To dig graves
In the ground.
  Dec 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Mohd Arshad
As a kid,
Playing and prancing
With a blue bloon,

I tied joys
To the end of kurta

With the belief
They would be with me

Till my play is over.

Like sugar
They melted and then mingled
In the dusty air.

A lesson I learnt:
Joys have no property.
When we smile
They are along with us.
The tick of the clock
And the thump of the heart
And the chirp of the bird
And the clap of the hand
And the breath of the lungs
And all the things that make me feel
Wrapped up in five senses
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