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I fell apart when
You pulled away your hand
Now Iโ€™m sinking under darkness
In the room I made my stand
So I lull myself to sleep
Under waves that you command

I thought I heard you call out
Just a phantom and a sickness
All alone in the dark now
You know I cannot do this

I screamed so you could find me
I drifted out of reach
In the ocean I created
And my phantom on the beach

Now the room itโ€™s cold and empty
Your songs are far away
The music that you left me
Are distant echoes I replay
Think, about it.
Who put the smile back upon your face?
Just who?
Think, about it.
And be amused and smile a little more.

Who mended that broken heart?
Gave your life a new start.
Just who?
Think, about it love.

If the moon is linked to romance?
And the sun to warmth.
Then I be one or another each and every month.

Who stands in your corner?
And have your back during any matter.
Because I speak facts.

If love centered around being powerful?
And constantly stronger by the hour.
Then it meant to be given to you.

Think about it.
Yes, think about it.
Think about it deeply.
SCHRรถDINGER'S SOCKS & THE REVENGE OF THE CAT

Schrรถdinger's cat
failed to see just what

all the fuss was
about?

It was all such
a reductive absurdum.

The cat couldn't understand
collapsing wave functions

decoherence
entanglement or whether

reality was really
quantum

to save its life.

It was aware of
one thing & one thing

only
. . .the diabolic device. . .

Cat in a metal box
with a Geiger counter

with a radioactive substance
blah blah de ****** blah

an atom decaying or something or
other &

releasing a hammer to smash
a phial of hydrocyanic acid.

Wot!

"I do not like thee Dr. Fell!"
thought the cat.

It was a very literary cat.

So all this palaver
about a cat( me? how! )

being both dead or alive or
neither dead or alive or

. . .wot!

So this is to be my great
to-be-or-not-to-be!

Welllll excuse me!
Say...doesn't the cat have his say?

So, I( clever cat that I am)
merely claw my way to the top &

disengage the device
by taking out the hammer.

So no cat was harmed
in the making of this

thought experiment.

It almost drove Schrรถdinger
out of his tiny little mind!

And he( hee hee )
never did discover

what ever
happened to his socks.

I forever stealing
one sock from a pair

from the open
washing machine.

Leaving him to ponder
just where socks go?

The other side of the Universe?
Oh come on Erwin...it's not

rocket science!

Now, to get back to
describing the behaviour of

a quantum entity.

"Mmmmm......mmmmmm?"

"Naw....I still don't get it!"

"Say ya couldn't see yer way
to giving me a scratch...could ya?"

"Up a bit....upabit....yeah...yeah
. . .there...just...there!"
Dency 7d
You are my ruin
And still,I beg
To be broken again
By your touch.

So I wait ,
Like ruins do
Quiet
Bleeding
Beautiful
Still hoping
You'll come back
And break me again.
Lonely days and nights
Lead to barren months and years
To a future, bleak
Vesper 7d
real or fake?
๐ข ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ
๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š 
๐•“๐•ฆ๐•ฅ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜
เธฟษ†โ‚ตโ‚ณษ„โ‚ดษ† ษŽร˜ษ„ โ‚ฉโ‚ณโ‚ฆโ‚ฎ โ‚ฎร˜ โ‚ฃร˜โฑคโ‚ฒษ†โ‚ฎ
ั‚ะฝั” ฯฮฑฮนะธ ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั”โˆ‚
แ—ฉแ‘Žแ—ช Iแ‘Žแ”•ไธ…แ—ดแ—ฉแ—ช
๐“น๐“พ๐“ผ๐“ฑ ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ช๐”€๐“ช๐”‚
๊Œˆ๊‹Š๊‹–๊€ค๊’’ ๊€ค๊‹– ๊€ค๊Œš ๊„™๊๊‹ช๊น๊€ค๊๊‹Š
ะ”ะ˜โˆ‚ ะฃรธฯ… ะ”ฦงฦ˜ ะฃรธฯ…ะฏฦงฦŽโ„“ฦ’
โ“กโ“”โ“โ“› โ“žโ“ก โ“•โ“โ“šโ“”?
yeah ik i wrote 2 poems in a row called real or fake AND IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT YOU CAN *******
There are days you look at the mirror,
admiring yourself,
congratulating yourself
for surviving what no one saw.

But there are daysโ€”
you sink into the sorrow of the unknowns,
the weight of unanswered prayers,
the silence that grows too loud.

There are days you smile,
not because all is well,
but because youโ€™ve learned
how to wear light even in the dark.
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