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 Sep 2022 Farnok
Generic Name
Regret
 Sep 2022 Farnok
Generic Name
Such heaviness
Bearing on me
All-consuming
Eating away
From all sides.
Soon
I must all be gone.


I feel.
Oh how I feel.
So many tears
How could this body
This tool
Hold so many
They fall down
As I do.
Without warning
Under attack.
I am helpless
I am powerless.
It is too late
But
I do
Deserve this.


Treasure maps
Fallen trees
Operator please
Call me back when it’s time
Call me back when it’s passed
No one to blame
But my stupid
My reckless
My self.


As ever
I shouldn't have.
As ever
I did.


The cure?
Time.
Or better yet
A time-machine.
 Mar 2015 Farnok
Andrew Durst
Love,
 Mar 2015 Farnok
Andrew Durst
don't
  be honest
       for
          their
              sake,

      be
         honest
               for
                 yours.
For a friend.
 Jan 2015 Farnok
A C Leuavacant
And That was it...  
an ever growing chain of chances
Each shrunken sick in manners
down to the pitiful  size of mud dancing bugs
Finally foiled and boiled alive
in blood soaked tribal chants
to nothing but some cruel joke  
In which I will craft myself some hazardous home
But with You
Your handsome and enchanting charm
Always and forever squirming unpleasantly  
Framing My holy and collapsible sense of purpose
Leading me to be caught in those crosswinds
And with not one pathway left
To lead to another
Yes
That is it...
 Nov 2014 Farnok
Poetic T
It oozed from my nails like blood
But darker, no pain, it fell upon the floor
It was warm around my toes
"It was like a puddle walked after a storm"
But then then
Lacerations,
Irritation,
Convulsions
As what once bleed from my nails
Now pierced my flesh,
My body trembled,
As I hit the floor,
"Shaking uncontrollably"
It crept under my skin
Burning upon every nerve, but then
Pierced,
Cracked,
Perforated  
From under the skin,
I touched the first,
"I screamed in plentiful agony"
As if a raw Nerve had been openly touched,
It was like poison ivy, my skin
Discoloured veins of
Red,
Blue,
Black
Slowly crept over the open wounds,
It had moved to my trunk,
"***** of black spewed forth"
As it entwined,
Like clawed fingers
Lacerating my internal organs,
I moved back,
"Crawled upon the floor"
The now solid nerves
Scrapped, scratching the wooden boards,
It was a  futile act, as if I could escape
That which was under my skin,
My arms were perforated
Upon my throat, veins crept
As it knew that if
Pierced,
Bleed,
Breath
No more would be had,
But each was as if embers of flame
Inhaled, exhaled with each painful breath,
It crawled underneath flesh, agony
Not letting me go,
I was conscious
"Even though I preyed to pass out"
It clawed
Slowly,
Intentionally,
At each eye, like a thousand paper cuts
My eyes cried tears of black,
As I was shown the darkness within
That which had taken form externally, I was
Corrupted,
Polluted,
Distorted
Darkness that had crept beneath my skin,
And with that I exhaled,
"Black feathers spewed forth"
Cutting at my throat
As I ejected the darkness
These black feathers not hitting the floor
Instead just floating around,
"As I expelled once more"
Till one feather of white exited
With each touch
Black became white,
Ever brighter the room became,
Like a blanket covering I slept
"I awoke"
"Under white sheets"
"Was this but a dream, a  nightmare"
"I coughed and exhaled"
"A tiny black feather exited"
Then I knew that darkness is always inside,
But it can grow upon the soul,
Cutting into the white,
Like a vine corrupting upon the flesh
Good,
Light,
&
Bad
Darkness,
Are things of life
But we must never let the
Darkness blot out the light and take control of our life.
 Nov 2014 Farnok
A C Leuavacant
Let the time pass
Without any bitter words
the softest laugh is yours
By the glow of moonlight
With your face close to mine

The confused tears come  
Yet those passing hours
Leave not a mark
I suppose we are all nailed to misery
In our own little way
 Nov 2014 Farnok
A C Leuavacant
I have always thought of you
As something traveling
Never swaying like others
Or finding solace in coarse night lit dwellings
I respect that in you
But I will find it hard to tilt my head and whisper you farewell
Because that day is inevitable

And years on
me, dead tired
in a place far away
I'll think of you
One day learning
Next at your prime
You'll go far, old friend
But remember to stop and think of me sometimes
And who we together
once were
 Oct 2014 Farnok
Andrew Durst
Today.
 Oct 2014 Farnok
Andrew Durst
That temporary smile;
           that temporary pain.

I've been so stressed about tomorrow,
            that I forgot to live today.
Be easy.
 Oct 2014 Farnok
A C Leuavacant
I'm getting into that rut again  
the same one as before
Day after day of nothing
The empty hallways full of people
One second of laughter
And then blank...
Even thinking about the wrong memories, colours me
a deep shade of melancholy blue

A strict routine of self loathing
has done me no good
And that most yellowest of adventures is over
that glint of sun I almost reached has been worse than lost
Tossed away under tidal waves of midnight ocean in a dusty glass sphere
 Oct 2014 Farnok
Andrew Durst
and somewhere
in-between
forgiveness and
forgetting,
you took a part of
me by surprise.

And I could have never
imagined that I would be
falling in love with you tonight.
Here's some fiction for this rainy day. Enjoy.
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