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The bright summer sun warms my skin instead of energy, it puts me to sleep Gone are the days, id run and play And the joy i wish i could keep      The smell in the air is nostalgic Of a memory just out of reach Not sure if its real or i dreamt it But its of one i can no longer see      Is the laughter from my past a real sound? Or something id wished i had heard? Memories fade so much with time And recalling them seems so absurd    You havent been here for a while These memories keep coming in waves Feeling so lost yet familiar Something i cant get back or replace
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Jun 2, 2024
Jun 2, 2024 at 5:47 AM UTC
Surreal
Scrubbing and shining. This figure erodes to bits. A spot always missed.
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
Clay Woman Condition
Stale air Stills the night blossoms Leaving us in a wandering midnight blue Trust Lost Squelched Like stars burned by an over zealous moon I sought to seek the truth Only to have it ripped out Like the page that was inside of me That drifted out Into the wind If I tried to reach To get it From my window pane Bits and pieces of the very soul of me Could fall and break But if I let it go I may never hear your voice again
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
Bits and Pieces
Artists capture moments for eternity In dried paint mimicking life But the stiff edges of them Are unable to show the emotions That flow off of everyone Softening their edges Bleeding more than my open vein Their colors are unable to resemble The stark red of my blood On the recently bleached porcelain Or pinpoint each star Of the galaxies within his eyes Nor are they able to blend their paints To show how the simple white pills Absorb the colors of my palm Or how they make each of his movements So drastic and sharp The way her body turns and twists When the music pulses within her Is something artists have yet to paint They may grasp how her hair twirls around her Getting stuck on her lipgloss But it will never look right Without the motion behind it The lack of music is deafening in their portraits They tried to capture the beauty of a songbird In a soundproof glass box
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
Still Life