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Drinking hollow words from a hollow cup You call me a cynic though I’m not arguing whether the glass is half full Just pointing out not all the contents happen to be water Giving the sword hilt first to my shadow only triumphs in gutting myself Feeling a tad bit like Tantalus constantly grasping at straws Always coming up short but never able to go under Venture that fruit tingles the tongue bitter-sweet Going in blind’s my stumbling block speak first think last Clumsily running into walls because what’s two inches behind my heels Is far more important than five feet from my face Crafting kingdoms out of rock slides just to watch them crumble Trying to head away with the fairies but too painfully observant To drift away with the clouds but too easily swept afoot Blisteringly blunt my mouth knows nothing but forward stutter Spitting venom’s second nature but it burns just as bad when swallowed Agonizingly apologetic knowing what I mean can’t cut the haze The pesky smokescreen that conceals the landmines scattered Always two steps ahead one step back
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
Sometimes I rip off my fingernails
Drinking hollow words from a hollow cup You call me a cynic though I’m not arguing whether the glass is half full Just pointing out not all the contents happen to be water Giving the sword hilt first to my shadow only triumphs in gutting myself Feeling a tad bit like Tantalus constantly grasping at straws Always coming up short but never able to go under Venture that fruit tingles the tongue bitter-sweet Going in blind’s my stumbling block speak first think last Clumsily running into walls because what’s two inches behind my heels Is far more important than five feet from my face Crafting kingdoms out of rock slides just to watch them crumble Trying to head away with the fairies but too painfully observant To drift away with the clouds but too easily swept afoot Blisteringly blunt my mouth knows nothing but forward stutter Spitting venom’s second nature but it burns just as bad when swallowed Agonizingly apologetic knowing what I mean can’t cut the haze The pesky smokescreen that conceals the landmines scattered Always two steps ahead one step back
Idaho
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felix-sladal
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
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