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 Mar 25 PhantomDreamer
Sora
I could feel it's eyes
On the back of my head

Preferably forgotten
Shoved aside
Ignored
It feels better this way

But nothing is forever

It dug it's way in
Infecting my mind
As it sat in my chest
And kicked at my heart
As it grabbed hold
of my breathless strands of words
And swung
To and fro
Back and forth

Higher and higher
It latched on tighter
So tight it hurt
my throat swelled
And my mouth opened

A gaping
Twisted
Sagging
Simper

As my watering eyes
flooded my face
In salty
Sorrowful
Sobs
 Mar 25 PhantomDreamer
Raven
I went to the house of great Gatsby
So much fun in those bright  party
Meaningless, still I was so happy
Those party are so temporary
My hollow heart, so empty

Let me go beyond those party
Beyond earth, something Godly
A peek into the curtain, the infinity
A world with another house of Gatsby
Let me celebrate that world with a party
 Mar 25 PhantomDreamer
ryn
It lurks at the back of your consciousness.
It dwells in the pit of your stomach.

It is strong.
Strong enough to exist -
behind the facade of calm demeanors.
Strong enough to swim against the currents
of indoctrinated beliefs of righteousness.
Strong enough to be the wrong amidst all rights.

It is the speaker for the voiceless.
It is the doer for the incapable.
It is the strength for the weak.
It is sweet escape for the trapped.

Listen...

It's there in the lull.
When all is quiet, you hear it.
Whispering, inciting, winning you over.

It will take you over.
It will steer the wheel.
But only if you want it just as much.
There's a little bit of evil in all of us.

Inspired by "Dexter", the tv series.
On the other side I can see him  
  
Neither here nor there...  
  
Perhaps somewhere in between...  
  
Maybe even just... A dream?  
  
My tears are his laughter  
  
Pushing thoughts from my mind and into his own  
  
He takes the stand  
  
An audience of one, I am forced to watch the show alone  
  
With mirrored eyes I can see only but a reflection  
  
...Not of me but rather something-- Or someone else...  
  
Like premonitions of death the pictures are dark  
  
But with the curtain uncalled "the show must go on"  
  
His porcelain doll eyes yield no remorse...  
  
A life left un-lived these visions run their course  
  
Sacrificing love for life  
  
I was forced to watch my mother die  
  
Left behind, a soul by thine own hand...  
  
A darker chapter still left to see?  
  
Or am I simply catching a glimpse of what could of been?  
  
A "dark passenger" I'm seeing just the same...
I have rituals
for the first day of class
like a superstitious athlete
they get me into a good frame of mind
where I feel like a juggernaut who has total agency
and doesn’t need to seek validation
It’s a moment in time

I have all my books—stacked on my desk
they look serious—very nuts and bolts
I’ve beaten the syllabuses to death
to try to figure out where my power lies
learning is all energy, it’s a marathon
it’s hard to sustain that for the entire semester
so not switching off, now and then, is unrealistic

Still, I’m comfy in in a classroom (I’m a senior)
Good students are just a little weird.
I say hello to the moon so she won’t feel alone
I say ‘cheers,” before taking a shot of mouthwash.
If I lose my ID, my lucky pencil or something, I call out, “treasure hunt!”
When treating everyone to grubHub I ask, ‘the usual?’ When we’re done I ask, ‘how was everything this evening?’
If I see a random girl looking fabulous, I tell her, because if I get complimented, I think about it for a week.
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A song for this:
Thetan by Single Gun Theory
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 03/19/25:
Juggernaut = something unstoppable
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