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Eunoic Aug 2013
Face on a pedestal
neck cut off from blood.
Life support, I'm going in,
Eyes blinded by the black.

Night.
Breath entering,
bottled in, I'm opening up
when suddenly my neck is tight again
I am given no more slack.
Eunoic Aug 2013
People say, "You've changed!"
you are the same person.
framed by your past, it has shaped you
You can forget the past, but it does not forget you.
Pretend things haven't happened, yea you can.
Embrace that they did, you can do that too.
You can let your experiences grow inside you
like seeds bloom into flowers
People seem to love to separate themselves from things that they did, that they wish they hadn't, and say that they've changed; that isn't the person they are today. But really, they did do that, and they still did that, even though they might never do it again.
Eunoic Aug 2013
Words that don't exist:

1. The state of being clueless of your own beauty.
2. A parent whose child has died.
3. The feeling of strong love at the beginning of a relationship

Words that do exist:

1. Hate.
2. Divorce.
3. Suicide.
4. Love.
Eunoic Aug 2013
alexithymia - inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner

sonder - the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own

petrichor -  the scent of rain on dry earth
I did not create these words, but they are so important to me that I feel as though I have internalized them, thus making them "mine".
Eunoic Aug 2013
Do You ever think of me?
Maybe you don't but i do.
You are my visions under eyelids,
my windy thoughts in my mind.
Why can't i get through your storm?
The thinking makes it rain harder.
Eunoic Aug 2013
Changing human faces
humanity in metamorphosis
caterpillars crawling, blind inside their skin
squirming and crawling, cocoon through needle and knife
peeling skin, breaking bones,
skin stretched to wings, no scars to see
the maggot smiles, butterfly created.
Eunoic Jun 2013
The night surrounds me
It is my disguise, my comfort
The spot i would rather be, my big secret
silence that is so loud, oh my friend!
You contain so many voices unheard.
loud off in other-places, only some always unheard
Whisperers tell secrets in your ears, you never tell
endless secrets flow through you, until they hit sky.
They become the stars
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