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Can't cut through
Lost my even keel
Just blackness below
and sharks at heel
Could tread forward
Rather flip the wheel
Run her aground
Taste the bite of the steel
Let the waves crash over
and the chain unreel
Until the deep takes me whole
and I can no longer feel
The grip of the truth
and the horror of the real
I'd like my mind to fade
give it some time to heal
don’t work no more.

need some kind of distraction.

**** it, might as well try writing

bad poetry.
They stormed through their set that was made up of songs each ten minutes long - they did just two! What a musical journey it was. Fast aggressive heavy music the quickest human beings could play and then slow monotonous rhythms that lulled the audience to sleep, followed up by loud aggressive music to wake them up. Song lyrics of trolls, witches, wizards, mysterious deep lakes, twilight skies and moody moons. After their set they gave out a number of free music discs to spread their awe-inspiring music.
She/He awakens,
As does spring,
Rejoicing toward the sun.

He/She moves,
As does summer,
Blown upon blossomed breeze.

She/He rests,
As does autumn,
Spreading calm and strengthening layers.

He/She sleeps
As does winter,
Within beautifully crystalline dreams.
Travis Green Apr 30
You are the eternal night of my life
a starlight in the shimmering sky
dancing around the jubilant landscape
all deep, dreamy, and divine
Heavy Hearted Nov 2019
Sara I know you won't get this but Im writing it anyways- I think about you at the strangest times and I wish you could see the artist I've become and am going to be. You are permanently in my heart. I will make your mother a beautiful piece and I hope you can somehow see it. You are missed by such a random connection, me, just as strong as ever when it happens. I love you. Thank you for loving me too. Rest in peace, through the Mellin collie and the infinite sadness.
Megan timewell was the first person I ever wrote a poem for and first person to read and validate it as a  practice. This is a message I sent to the still active messenger account, of the long since parted Sara G.  And even as you walk amongst the shadows, you're still one beautifully bad *****

- Eric Pon

I won’t use
Ctrl+N again.
Though you can use it.
to find new faces

© Feelings Coated
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