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#dispassion
Brash as a wave Is your verbose overbearance; A noise box without a crank, Just spit and sputter; Have no breaks. A false embrace To make a step towards What you said you wanted Because a train on a track Stops at nothing Without a destination. I have to confess, When I feel your skin I picture someone else; When I look in your eyes I look at my reflection And question My intentions Wondering if I’ll Ever have the strength To admit disingenuity. Puckering lips begging To be held by another pair, And mine have no desire They just blankly stare. I find more romantic fulfillment From a pillow late at night Than your arms Intertwining within tangled sheets And fake smiles. Is this the ****** of the story? Or did I just finish you again Because I’m so dry That I can’t tell why I even Give you my time or attention. We’re disingenuous acquaintances, Not even lovers, Not even friends, We’re just here We’re just convenient And I think I’m finally spent.
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Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
Disingenuous
Some days I feel like an empty shell A dead man walking the depths of hell I try so hard to feel something there But its all empty, nothing but cold and fear I am a stranger trapped in my own skin There's something dark crawling from within I look inside to find out whats wrong Turns out I've lost myself for so long Didn't even notice what was missing Felt all lost and aching, Why and what though? These are questions that needs answering... Some days I don't feel like moving, But as they say, If you're already in hell, just keep going.
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC
Some Days...
*On the boat of passion & dispassion keep them both side by side. Hold on to passion most of the time to fly high in windy weather but when needed rest, hold on to dispassion tight to release & fly! – 17th May, 2017*
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
Passion | dispassion
Can you Hear it? Can You Feel it.. Steel Bow Pulled Hard Across Philosophers Stone Granulated Crystal Surface Wet With Sharpened Desire ******* of Preparation Tremor of Infinity NEW Meaning For An Ancient Art
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
Serendipity