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yeah, there's no problem. i'm cool. i'm alright. you're fine. no need to plague your thoughts with me.
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yeah, there's NO problem. I'M Cool. I'm alRight. You're fIne. No need to plague your thouGhts with me.
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yeah, there's problem. ool. 'm alight. ou're fne. o need to plague your thouhts with me.
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NO, I'M CRYING.
Read the capital letters in that second part and what do you get?
MARIO Nov 28
On the very boring street of Venetia Avenue
A child, not unlike you or me, looked through
A ***** in the pavement.
What did he see? Many have asked
The same question we ponder today.
In reality, it does not matter
But I will tell you nonetheless
Under our feet looms another world
One of people who lead polar lives
In the land of Mundus
All is grey and glum
Because you can't invert a world of invention;
You will end up with only desire
For what will cease to exist
Upon a second visit.
Out of the night all valves open too steam
faster than **** in a miscreant's dream
the skulls and the bones fly from the wheels
demons laughing as tortured souls, no appeals

Too much to deal with, too much to ingest
ripping the seams under mental duress
holding it back by a minor degree
about too explode so everyone sees

Walking to work or a pint at the pub
no one knows I'm a member, the Crazy train club
my eyes are too wide and open too far
bending my will behind iron bars

Don't dare to accost me or inquiry why
I'm living this way till the day that I die
riding the rails as a pitiful soul
Crazy, it's true, my mind
as the
coal
"Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip.
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask."
Pink Floyd
:'D
Nic Mac Nov 26
This mask, so engrained in my mind,
that I forget it resides on the surface of my skin, rather than sunken in.
It slowly, and is, slipping.
Every touch,
Every time,
Loves loving eyes locked on mine.

My curse loosens it’s bind,
As it’s dissolved between us,
surrendering to your affections,
It can’t take loves weight.

Unveiling my colours,
It’s you that pulled the tapestry.
I forgot, of what, I was capable.
Of what, so long, had been hid.

This mask,
Dismantled at my feet.
Lowering my gaze to a shattered past,
Until my chin is met by kind fingertips...

Upwards, my scarred skin, tips,
to face you,
Thankyou
Aster Rowen Nov 24
Paint with true color
Trace in bold strokes
Hold each closely
For you alone can see
Beauty is hidden deep inside
Every line and ****** you make
So observe where you stride
Skipping over each other line
What you find in these vibrant tones
Might lead you to a path
All your own
How odd when she cries
Her face doesn't move
Tears spilt from her eyes
They are the only proof
Of her feelings inside
How does she sooth
The sadness she hides
That distort her truth
How much has she cried
That she's no longer in tune
With her emotions, pushed aside
She had given up to pursue
When she's dying inside
There is no grimace to prove
On her face, in her eyes
Her smile holds no truth
Aster Rowen Nov 21
From the mirror window
What do you see?
From broken glass
And fallen dreams
What do you see?
The moon shines brightly in the nights
Where the stars glow past the darkened flow
The hollows whose bark falls apart
Landing upon a chill cold ground
What do you see?
In a window light
Shining brighter as ever
Leaving a path past the midnight
And a bird's crooked crow
What do you see
When you stare ever blankly
Through the shattered window?
Prabhu Iyer Nov 20
Drenched in the tears of distant clouds
comes calling a name, echoing
in the dunes of the heart;

There is nothing in a name...

Announcing of itself to a seeker
knelt on a hilltop,
burning in a bush,
of an essence beyond names;
Beyond the before and after;


... but the word, is something else.

Long the season of withering,
but deep in the night,
a fear grips the heart racing
to the rhythm of the dew
dripping down the tile;
'In the Beginning There was the Word and the Word was one with ***...' John I.1
Aster Rowen Nov 20
Loving you,
Is like the sun burning into the horizon
The flicker of a lighted match
A roaring gust a wind
only waiting to push us over
And a color shown as pure
as a puff of smoke
We're nothing as an intertwine
But mangled souls in opposite directions
Loving you,
When we meet eye to eye
All we see
Are roller coasters
On an endless journey
To a place where we never fell
Where the rollercoaster leads
We find ourselves
Never truly loving each other.
Outside Words Nov 17
Like a flame igniting an old engine
A frisk of energy sparked
Turning my rusty, frozen gears
And restoring my memories of you.
In a hidden corridor in time -
A dimension since locked away
We two share an instant -
An unobtainable, infinite moment.
Like a fog creeping in on my soul -
An ironic, melancholy nostalgia;
I dream of sunlight on canopy roads
In a place I once called home.
Trapped in a reality without you
We've since broken our promise,
Extinguishing the embers
We swore to smolder forever.
This life is a sort of purgatory -
A spiritual test and journey;
A short waiting period before
We again walk hidden corridors.
© Outside Words
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