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It has come to a point where it is nothing
But a cycle


Day 26

Smoke cigarettes
   Try [so hard] not to feel a thing
   Try not to dwell on those regrets
   Try not to remember anything
   Our inside jokes, even the green ones, and silly bets
   I thought, maybe it meant something
   But I guess this is as good as it gets
   I ended up with nothing
Nothing but cigarettes

(repeat the next day and the day after that)
Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.
I found a mask in my attic.
It was just laying there.
It's rather erratic,
finding a mask somewhere.

There was a note attached.
It read 'One size fits all; one per person'.
So, after I had my fill of my head being scratched,
I decided to try to wear this mask void of emotion.

But it did not fit.
With my confusion awoken,
I could not wear it,
Despite what the note had spoken.
I assumed it to be broken.

But upon closer inspection,
I made a detection.
The space of the mask had been taken,
By something much more potent.
Leaving me less then content.
We live in the slaughter house of our minds
We fight the war that rage inside our eyes
We see the fear that only builds inside
You my dear are my
Beautiful Distaster
Your beauty bounds me
But you are a tornado through my soul
Just a little something! Thoughts?
This is a farewell song,

The last words that I’ll ever exchange with you.

It’s a goodbye.

The end of everything.


Treat me as a stranger now and I’ll return the favour.

If some day, you run into me,

Do not take pains to smile or say hello, because I won’t return it.

Because a part of me won’t let me smile even if I want to.

Because my veins will tie my hands and stop me to reach for you,

to wave at you,  to embrace you, like I once did.

Because this is the end

It’s a goodbye.


You murdered my existence

There’s a part of me that’s always going to hate you,

A part of me that’s always going to remember you,

And remind me why storms are named after people.
If I was to consider the world as a whole
I'd have to consider it without the presence of humans
As well as with them
I'd have to consider the notion
That there was once
No one
And nobody
But there was potential
And there was life
I'd have to consider what it would be
To not consider
To ponder that I wouldn't ponder
To admit
That we as humans
Are not necessary
And yet, the food chain
Without one the other dies
And yet it was built
Originally with missing links
Because there was something else to fill it.
What if we as humans
Have a shelf life
And eventually,
Due to natural concerns
Will be eliminated from the good chain
There may have once not been a food chain at all,
Unless you consider gravity
And the molten denser states of space
Chewing away at the atoms given to it
The very centre of the formation of a planet
Where gravitational pull
Is the closest thing to gravity
That space will ever get
It can all be explained.
But bacteria don't need explaining to
The dinosaurs didn't need an explanation,
Nor did our previous ancestors
So why do we?
It's only natural
As is gravitational pull in a space without gravity.
There will always be a food chain. Whether it's the formation of a planet, or the reproduction of the first bacteria cell. However, there won't always be humans to label things, and to care. To care too much.
 Dec 2015 Sketch Smith
Yume Blade
As a child I wanted to sit in the edge of the window ,
to see what's there

As a kid I wanted to draw smilies on the glass with my breath ,
to admire my art

As a young teen I wanted to repose my head in the cold glass ,
to dream of happy things

As a disturbing teen I wanted to standing on the edge of the window ,
to have fear of death

As a suicider teen I wanted to jump through the window ,
to end myself fearlessly

As a window I say to you , you're gonna regret it
As a window I say to you , Don't move
As a window I say to you , Don't jump
As a window I say to you , I gonna be the cause
As a window I say to you , I didn't want all of this

~~~~As a window I say to you~~~~
I just wanted to give you some sun light though me
...
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**...
message from Window.
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.
.
With fire comes pain,
yet their is also beauty,
also energy.
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