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Logan Turner Jan 2021
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Maybe it's not an inflation but I'm sure it's unsafe to stay there too long. It's so much bigger than real though, I just wish I could do the same. Seen as though I clearly can't be successfully subtle about anything I may as well just say what I'm talking about explicitly. I'm talking about the kind of art that really gets under your skin. The type that, in no pretentious way, reflects reality and abstract thought/emotion in such a real way. It's crazy that even a melody or production can convey so much meaning. I wish I could do that. Maybe it's an ego thing, maybe I'd feel more interesting if I could put my thoughts into good art. Maybe this is art
Logan Turner Jan 2021
It's just that I felt invincible on Friday
It's Tuesday now and I just lie there
Look around but no ones here
On your own again
Don't touch me
I needed you yesterday
It's Monday now and it's fine because it has to be
These words can keep me company
Shallow end, deep end
Can't swim anyways
Don't look at me, I'm beautiful
Oh you have your stars still?
Can't see them on my screen
33% and falling fast
Watch myself fall through the gap in my eye
A coin
A couch
a Mirror
a Mind
Logan Turner Aug 2020
I scream at the plaster peeling on the wall
So existential I hardly know how to spell it
So I just melt away into nothingness
Become the paint and keep still for once
The answer floats along
Etched into eternities consciousness
Don't worry about it
The functions are complex but the reasons so simple
Let it pass by
Don't question
Let it slumber and snore
And then peace
Just for now
A few more moments
Keep still
Arms open and throat exposed
Logan Turner Aug 2020
No one's coming to save you
Get used to that
Feel so alone
Run out of things to say
Everything feels so empty
When I run out of ideas to share
And nothing excites me anymore
And I bang my head against these walls
And I don't stop
And the cranks are turning
And they never stop turning
And it's getting tighter
And it's getting nearer
And it won't stop hunting
And it won't stop hurting
As long as you're beating
I can hear it's blood travelling
Keep it away please
Please keep it away from me
It has no face and it scares me
No one can seem to name it
Slithers back
Back to where it can't be seen
Logan Turner Aug 2020
Life is flashing by without me
******* and made to watch the ghost
******* sounds from behind the mask
Slick with oil
Gassed and destroyed
Painful wheezing
Breaths are leaving
Red wet chest barely moves anymore

He's covered in mud and chasing me
Just the energy
Let it out and let it go
No need to think too much
I can grasp the throne if I let him go
I can grasp it
I can grasp the unkown

It's like I forget that nothing matters
Nothing is real
Gas me again
Cover me in oil and blow it up
Scratch another surface clean
Why can no one else see this
Truth is ugly
It has no face and it scares me

Blow it up but nothing happens
Some kind of undecided pattern
Its only beautiful from specific angles
Sporadic and unpredictable
Knotted and tangled
I don't write much

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