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Self embracing, literally The shattered skeleton of my intended joys Wounded, no, un-alive Clutching onto wastrels of hope Drowning Falling Sinking Down to the depths of my reality Praying to wake up to blind filtered polluted sunshine And impatient ***** of vehicle drivers. Crows cawing The sounds of construction. Firmness beneath my body My sight blocked by the smoky illusion of bed curtains. What truly is home? The physical manifestations of boredom and repetition Familiar scents of musk, old paper and furniture Alive furniture, living furniture With a story; multiple histories to tell Stuck here instead Pale skin, dead eyes, cold souls 40 different kinds of bread, wasted Harsh fluorescent lighting People pretending to be happy with new haircuts and won ipads A polaroid of a daisy Whimsical, right? Hardly. Overused, misinterpreted, cliched Cliched realities mixed together in a Chinese take away box Gold earrings and strappy heels Mask true insecurity I lay awake briefly Dreaming of car-empty roads and solid buildings Full families and the idea The idea of being able to share SHARE Food, space, air Thoughts.
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
teakwood nightmare
Self embracing, literally The shattered skeleton of my intended joys Wounded, no, un-alive Clutching onto wastrels of hope Drowning Falling Sinking Down to the depths of my reality Praying to wake up to blind filtered polluted sunshine And impatient ***** of vehicle drivers. Crows cawing The sounds of construction. Firmness beneath my body My sight blocked by the smoky illusion of bed curtains. What truly is home? The physical manifestations of boredom and repetition Familiar scents of musk, old paper and furniture Alive furniture, living furniture With a story; multiple histories to tell Stuck here instead Pale skin, dead eyes, cold souls 40 different kinds of bread, wasted Harsh fluorescent lighting People pretending to be happy with new haircuts and won ipads A polaroid of a daisy Whimsical, right? Hardly. Overused, misinterpreted, cliched Cliched realities mixed together in a Chinese take away box Gold earrings and strappy heels Mask true insecurity I lay awake briefly Dreaming of car-empty roads and solid buildings Full families and the idea The idea of being able to share SHARE Food, space, air Thoughts.
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
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