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Can't focus
Can't cope
Thoughts blow your mind
A gun blows mine
Passing away the bliss,
  The anguish passing away:
Thus it is
    Today.

Clean past away the sorrow,
  The pleasure brought back to stay:
Thus and this
    Tomorrow.
Someone ease my pain.
It is seeping through my eyes
onto my skin.

****** wrists
and broken fists
mean nothing anymore.

Tears of a lonely buffoon
fill up all the debris in the room.

I take this as a sign
or a reaction,
maybe a reflection
of the pain I have caused.

My eyes sting,
my knuckles swell
while I sing
this song in my personal hell.

Take this as it comes
as it shall pass.
Pass
Pass
Pass
Pass
Pass it away.
I walk along the vaulting cliffs,
My mind is open, a clear horizon,
In passing breeze, I smell her hair,
I must get home, dark clouds arriving.
I doubt myself
but wonder
why

I think:
why do I think I will fail?

logos, nor ethos,
nor examination of the
past leads me to this
road and yet

I doubt myself
and wonder
why

I question myself
and ask questions like
what are you talking
about
what are your reasons
what is your purpose

but I do not answer,
I cannot answer,
the answers are locked
deep in tombs my conscious
does not even realize exist

they stand deep with my mind,
begging me to find them, open
their doors and release secrets
so that they may wither and
die in the sunlight

they doubt me,
asking
why

why not let us loose?
why do you ignore us?
why do you not find us
in the dark places you know
we are?
why are we alone?
why are we in the basement?
why are we starving for the
sight of ears and for the power
to destroy and/or create?
why are dying?

let us loose they say

my hand reaches the lock
but trembles in mid-air

I doubt myself
but wonder
why
 Oct 2013 Angela Nagisa
Anonymous
Feeling the rythmic beat of your heart
your slow breath
listening to the soft rustling of leaves
to the breeze whispering sweet nothings.

Reminiscing pleasant memories...
...an absent-minded smile dancing on your lips
looking at the inky sky, deluged by the cool moonlight
lost in somebody's thoughts, longing for company
to share your quiet moments with...
Moonlight,
touching the lingering night;
cool exhales on the glass,
catching the thoughts of
an insomniac.

Memories,
deeply rooted within the season;
a spirit grieves in turmoil,
the darkness weeps within
the chaos.
Though my soul may set in darkness

it shall rise in perfect light,  

for I have loved the stars too fondly

to be fearful of the night.
The cactus ate the moon;
a cosmic starflower;
a cyanide razorblade.

You ate your way through the mouse droppings
in the cereal bowl
and look at me through lens-less everythings.

The sun took the moon
to his midnight hideaway
and she was absent that night.

Beneath the artificial breeze
blowing noisily, raucous;
birds in a tree eating acorns like squirrels do.

I never gave you hope;
I never gave you nothing;
I never gave you what you deserved.

Senseless, mindless, wandering wanderlust
wonderlust
you're keeping yourself company tonight.

Ha! playing with yourself again, I see.
Picking your nose and rubbing your toes
in the sandy sandy dandy boy beaches.

Friendly, never ceasing.

Repeating repeating repeating lines
repeating repeating repeating signs
repeating repeating relocating lies

Nice to just let go
no reality
no gravity.

But I'm not defying, no
nor scrying, oh
but lying, go.

She gave me her hand
and expected me to restitch the fibres
as if I were ever so good a tailor.

Surgeon.

Nevermind.
Nice to just forget that anything is supposed to make sense.
Heather Butler; 2011
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