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 Oct 2015 bouhaouel zeineb
Taylor
anxiety comes as a haywire mind
a situation in your head
worlds away from everyone
words unsaid
scared to be anyone, much less yourself

but most of all
it comes
and it never really leaves.
To all my readers:
I extend to y'all
a most sincere and genuine "thank you."

I'm happy my quirks
are met with such warmth.
Your Happiness is your own responsibility.
The Victoria.
A circuitous route to get me there where the Central line should be.

"we apologise for any delay, there is a good service operating on all other routes"

Circuitous where the two of us go round in circles and not on the Circle line,
Yes,
travel in London and you'll have a fine old time.

This has been a twenty minute rhyme on the Victoria line, Greenwich mean time.
Or afterlife I can't remember
*Let's take a trip
Just go for a stroll
Down this hellhole
Old ravaged soul

Fear not my friend,
For lo and behold
You've been here before

Time after time,
Spent breaking the mold
Value of life cajoled
Blindfolded by fool's gold

Then a jolt
of electricity
jots down your spinal chord
Now you're on the threshold
About to enter a portal of some sorts,
No?

Only to discover
You're living the life of another
And the sum of every misgiving
makes you suffer in discomfort

Living the dream
To wake and repeat
Routinely existing
One day at a time

Feel it yes shudder
Over your head pull the covers
Dream of a place elsewhere
But beware your worst nightmares

As a slaughter is awakening
Pharm entrapment for mass brainwashing
It's one global chess-game
While pawns are laid to waste
Archons duplicate an assumed fate

Deception whispers into the hearts of the wicked
For certain they're rendered
by men lurking
shadily behind curtains unspoken of

I'm ashamed
Prayers fall on deaf ears
when a reckoning is ravenous
Assuredly glimmering in extravagance
Whilst you traipse about like savages

Poisoning our brains
Tainting the terrain
Reign supreme putrid filth
For bloodstained money &
Squandered wealth
Lengthening our debts
Molesting children
Who'd like to place their highest bet?

Just stay conditioned
For the daily grind
The hustle and bustle
Stick with consistence
And reminisce of better times
You're dead inside
Is the end just contingent?
Why won't society just crumble

Keep living the lie
Greener pastures
lay just beyond the hillside
Am I right?
That's what I keep telling myself anyway.
are you
criss-crossed
starstruck
routined
day dreamed
*** crazed
hex slaved
are you
nightmare fueled
leaving soon
paranoid
must avoid
money ******
no luck
love starved
too hard
no fun
on drugs
hate sun
are you
worse off
all talk
can't sleep
repeat
back seat
like me
want out
big mouth
head south
don't care
not there
are you
me?
Felt my heart tonight...
Been trying to tuck it away.
Not the part that loves others,
but the part that desires be loved.

Heard my heart tonight...
It called out for your tenderness.
Not the part that hurts and aches,
but the part that wants to
feel your embrace.

Held my heart tonight...
Held it firm within my
expanding and contracting chest.
Till there was calm and I felt safe
in my own loving arms


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