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#disruption
The badger was digging all out, In search of some grubs, no doubt. With dirt flying high, He let out a sigh, And left quite a mess all about!
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Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 11:07 AM UTC
The Badger
Confirm the fact and fate Of a life of contrariety & frustrations, With a note on every date, And a count of its disruptions. Bear it all with amusement, Be a witness and shed the torment, Give it beautiful words for garment, Help heal the worlds' ailments. You are the maker of your Joy So wait not for the end of all ploys, To grant yourself the gift of radiance, And step into moments of only gracious dance...
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Feb 1, 2024
Feb 1, 2024 at 9:36 AM UTC
Every day...
Blood is the only story I can tell. For a fragile and damaged brain gives no cure, and either chooses chaos or new birth. My soul was the only currency I could sell. Now I am empty and unleash the monster within. So, deeply, I fell in love with slashes of red. I gave no mind to life or death and thus laid my wrath to carnage, sinning again and again. And by my mirth, released the hungry wolves. I was exulted at the sight of them. After, I traveled to the brink of Hell’s chasm. Staring into the pit black as obsidian, I jumped. Torment and misery had been my only companions and in the face of great heretics, I was welcomed home. I was born from sin and so stained from the beginning.
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Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 10:46 AM UTC
From its throat, the valley of despair
A funeral is my mind. Where former lovers and silver-tongued liars attend their wake. I spare no life when I can take. An invitation from God is what you’d need to depart. But there is no God to be found here, only your grievances and faults. Stand steadfast and ready, my reviled lovers and liars. You’re in my dark abyss now and you’ve taken your final bow. Your procession has arrived.
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Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 10:38 AM UTC
Every occasion I’ll be ready for the funeral
We all broke our rules for someone unkind, Lust and pretty words can make you blind. Sometimes echoes of past mistakes will slip beyond the dark line, Do not cling to old memories while making new ones this time. Begin to trust that your instincts will guide you true, Decide to choose yourself instead of letting others choose you.
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Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 10:23 AM UTC
Choose yourself this time instead
In the beginning… I remember that once I was a calm sea I had always let others dictate how my life should be But thanks to you, I’ve awakened to the harsh realities That the only person who has my best interests at heart is me You may run your mouth, spew your hatred behind my back Your trivial nonsense will get no rise out of me For I am now a wrathful storm hell bent on revenge So I bring with me the power of lightning and thunder And with the promise of never returning I pull you under Now that you see who I really am Should you test my limits once again That will be the last time you ever see the sun Because I am the rage you created… And I am done.
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Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 10:17 AM UTC
No longer a calm sea, I am rage
I am the pretty thing that lives under your house. You left me there to rot, to be forgotten like a flower that's never been watered and withers. So how ironic must it be to see a single rose bloom from my grave? I am the pretty thing that stands next to your bed, watching your chest rise and fall. I bend down to whisper in your ear and though you may have taken my voice, the air coils and delivers my message. Standing, I withdraw to the shadows. I am the pretty thing whose face suddenly appears in the dark space of your twisted mind where you thought you buried me for good. Gasping for breath, you wake up drenched in sweat. You wonder if you're being irrational or going crazy. I am the pretty thing that came back. How lovely it is to make you insane! You look beautiful in that straight jacket, surrounded by alabaster walls with no windows. It's only when you’re finally captured that you drop all pretense, professing that it’s my blood that is forever stained on your hands. I am now the pretty thing with a dagger in my smile.
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Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 9:51 AM UTC
I am the pretty thing
i no longer wish to be exceptional. be boring. be ordinary. do not stand out. be real. be authentic. cleanse your mind and body and start over. it’s never too late to start over. i only wish to exist, that’s all. it takes a lot of strength to exist when sorrow, disruption, and misery follow you around, swirling like a black fog that constantly engulfs you. it takes so much willpower to see through the fog that when i stumble out or gasp for breath, i realize that ordinary IS exceptional. to survive the absolute hatred of being forced to live, i only wish to exist, that’s all.
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Apr 22, 2022
Apr 22, 2022 at 4:25 PM UTC
the depression diaries 2
which cards will you draw today? lethargy is a fickle friend sometimes so i wish for moonlight within the clouds of marble floors, rolling paddies that commerce plows swiftly, masked soldiers marching zigzag between         the glare of pink slips and streams of granulated sugar
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
outlier
mementos richly held hidden in fractured chest big people shifting boxes heavy light silenced a child's fissure clasping favourite shell close swift salvage in tight world rescue from gaping hole #family #disruption #moving #treasures #mementos #lost #ignored
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
blind spot
6am His face was too familiar The unwanted and out of date A real gentleman Someone who cares Despite that prevailing optimisim What’s he here to do * I appreciate you coming That deep burning brow Handing it to a shocked friend Whose schedule don’t allow I’ll learn to compromise Despite significant disruption I still won’t show any reaction
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC
tHE vISIT
Right now, as we speak, there's a little boy, aged five Pushed aside on the corner of his mat, where he naps His fingers are clenched onto shredded crumbs of bread He managed to get his hands on this morning despite his mother's constant nags About having to save the last few bits for his new born sister   Ashes and rubble are his best friends ever since he can remember Disturbance aches him no more For everything he's ever known are dents   He wouldn't know what the other side of the rainbow looks like, let alone both For he's never encountered a rainbow during his yelps of pain Pressure, abundance of destruction, humiliation His innocent weeps never reach aid He is now used to it No more room to present emotion For everything he's encountered will forever be frozen in time He wouldn't know what peace is, ever For contrarily that would be foreign to him Therefore, somewhere in this world, silence takes over This little boy whose whole life has been built on lies and disruption
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC
Somewhere In This World
They say you can’t keep your prying eyes off of a w r e c k. The extended siren diminishes even as it creeps closer, the road only grows harder, pierced glass and incarnadine blood. Clear in your head where you're setting those sights, disregard the stench of burnt metal and the doused fire of the passenger seat, block out the screams that streams into your ears. There is nothing to be curious about. The slow, infantile pause while your pitying gaze shifts across the midnight scene is the only thing the jaded victims can feel, beside the rusted pain destroying their decaying bodies. Strangers are the distraction from the d e s t r u c t i o n.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
Dismantling a Disruption
Reckless Action can Create crisis- beaware. Please- Don't fall victim To Ego's Allure. Hold fast The light You've been Harboring Within. Beware Division From the Ides of March. Tread lightly, My dears. Walk soft, With good thought- Prepare Your mind And sit guard Your soul. Chaos' Shadow Is passing by- Much is brewing Has been for So long. It was Four years ago, We knelt Pregnant with terror Of what life was Hurling our way, And here we are Nearing the end Wounded Yet, Standing Strong- As we must. The final Square off Is Today. Speak softly, My dears, And again, Tread lightly. Deceit is slinking About. But trust your heart And what you've learned For tomorrow, It finally ends, Either one way Or, some other Tomorrow, It finally begins.
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
To: Whom It May Concern