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running in circles
the rat race got
me down, digging
my feet in, jump
I'll get out of this
trench if it's the
last thing I do.
Written in 2023, and I can happily say, I finally managed to get out of that trench. I'm on the surface, where I always belonged.
feeling alone in a crowded
room and then I found you
two people hand and hand
fighting the powers that be
A lone flame become stronger,
you are my one and only, the
light at the end of my tunnel,
and I hope you'll be the
death of me.
let me down, lift me
up; it makes no
difference. What I
want is to feel
anything at all.
I'm addicted to
the roller coaster
of pleasure and
pain, plateau not
for me, reach for
the heavens.
For the longest time, addicted to chaos.
Now I relish the peace.
Written in 2023
beautiful agonies
the feeling of being
torn apart; remake
yourself. I'm made
of pieces but still
whole. Something
different with the
silhouette of who
you remember; is
that enough for you?
I worry it'll never be.
waiting for a hand to
reach out that was never
there, no one to help me
I was alone, made stronger
but I didn't need to be strong,

I needed to be safe.
It's to the point that I don't really like when people use "strong" to describe me, I know it's meant to be flattery, but I'm tired of feeling like my trauma defines me entirely.
My faithful companion,
My insomnia,

In the deep of night
While I sleep a fragile, restless dream,
The sound of engines cuts across the highway
Drills a dark well into my ears,
Forcing itself into my head
Like a worm inside a red, flawless apple.

Noise, the scarecrow of summer nights.

And my insomnia,
My silent shadow,
My friend of unrest

O, summer nights, you are too much for my delicate world!

The roaring old motorcycle,
The car with a broken muffler!
Loud music from a car,
Screeching tires,
Laughter echoing in the distance,
Dogs barking.

Oh, lively and restless warm nights!

Sounds follow one after another,
Like ants on a pool of juice
I keep quiet in the silence,
With a muffled scream.

And yet another summer night stretches painfully,
Strutting foolishly over the darkness
Of a sweltering city.
Oh! Pride of humanity,
Look at the garbage on the
land of the Moon.
Oh! Ego of humanity,
By the virtue of which
you held the Son of God yourself.
Look at the space full of garbage,
Look at the land of Mars.
All the elements are
signatures of Satan.
Do you still dare to call
yourself offspring of God?
Have you ever asked Land?
Have you ever asked water?
Have you ever asked space?
Have you ever asked planets?
Have you ever asked elements?
Prove your testimony
to be a creature of sovereignty.
You wrote scriptures
and laws in your favor,
and declared yourself supreme
She is very beautiful
And very thoughtful,
In a cabin with boyfriends,
All sit around her chair.
She laughs, and they
Clap; she shakes hands
With them, they talk
All day, joking and playing
All day. But when
They come out, they discuss
The way she behaves
With others. I hear them
Saying she has no good
Character, she is selfish.
Her smile creates wounds
In their hearts, as her rosy lips
All dream to kiss. But
Her character, they say,
Rings an alarming bell.
Their hearts fill with hate;
They are like wolves or hounds,
Wanting to hunt her, fearing
Her character, and hating her.
Their love for her is fleeting,
Like a flash to a bear or grass to a deer.
They keep close to her
And feel hate if others see her.
If she talks with some other
Fellow, they deem her character
Low.
water bear enjoys
color of life beyond dreams-
the human desires
Water,
Humble and kind,
Washes away  poor's shelters,
The fearful vibrations of fate,
A doom
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