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Mana May 2017
Nobody falls for you,
you only fall for yourself
Your head stuck on a shelf
Nothing but your ego left to sell

But you couldnt let it go
This hell is already here and melded
Manipulation and consideration-
All a grey shield

Its already been welded.
No space for
Me.
Otero Mar 2017
Do you ever think about me?
Because my heart Still beats for you
no day goes by without you flooding my mind
and you clueless about my life
how your soul took hold of mine
for you just to walk away from time
and fall into another’s hands
and still you lurk around my head
so much I’m trying meditation
just to forget
you burned your name in my subconscious
so well
I achieved astral projection
ended by your side
oh, my soul falls apart
when I saw you and how happy you were in your new life.

                                                                                 Otero © ..17
RyanMJenkins Feb 2017
Hordes of metaphorical oracles awaken me from sleep
Dreams of paralysis, lost inside the deep
Rabbit hole analysis meets a descent so steep
While these Prodding thoughts got me tripping over my own feet
Interpretations or revelations what does it mean?
How long can one last existing inside of this scene?
Wide eyes lids closed coincide with winter snow
shallow breath heavy toll watching bodies decompose
presence felt, identity unknown, an experience to shake the bones.
Straining to take quick control, interpretations from the occipital lobe
lying semi lucid, fear from the cold
vocalizing panicked silence binded in time with mind stuck in molds
To even have witnissed this instance means it's time to grow.
the fire's flowing im slowly blowing my CO2
What do I want, what do I need?
This mission eye must see through
Take this steady ascension into the next lesson
clearing the mirror for a perspective of truth.  
The more that is reflected, the more I see you
A Schism
is only insurmountable
as an illusory obstacle
within those who are,
in and of themselves,
already fractured.
"What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge or strike you down?"
-Tool; Pushit
madrid Oct 2015
The mirroring we do.
The projection we play.
Will all come back to haunt us.
Somewhere,
Somehow,
Someday.
Whatever we put out in the world will come back hurling at us.
MaimingIsla May 2015
Right now?
I hate you.
You project your petty insecurities
On me
Make me feel
Like it’s MY FAULT
You feel this way

It’s YOUR brain
It’s YOUR insecurities
Take control
Stop placing blame
Grow the **** up
Zead May 2015
The suitcase
After unzipped
Was thrown off a cliff
While all were blindfolded
And obligated
To only hear the sounds
Leigh Mar 2015
If I could but dance a moment in someone else's mind
A confident, outgoing type, someone well defined -
I'd hold the hand of their life's work and feel how it aligns
With what they want their world to be, a mirror of outside.
Ahh rhymes.

We control our world.
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