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I wake up to blue light I see it when I close my eyes frustrated, weighted by comparison I filter my intensity condense my personality I show tongue and teeth but no failures or flaws I see you in your squares, in all your glow I want to see the dirt under your fingernails want you to see me cry, my pores up close, counting eyelashes Our moments cascading down a feed that never fulfills shades changed and tweaked at exposure I am exposed every day am I known I want to see the world by your side not through your phone hear the sunsets reflect in your tone I don't want to lose a bet with myself that I don't stare I don't scroll lose my evening to a screen my life to anxiety of how people see me but I want to be seen I want to know you beyond your squares and validation screams content for moments till I review my content view myself in the eyes of another a narcissistic shudder I doubt and judge myself wishing not to compare not to care yet impulse is too lovable addiction and algorithmic luring habits savaged a daily instinct to share to show my life through squares
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Jan 10, 2023
Jan 10, 2023 at 3:06 PM UTC
Squares
A questionable cause, conformed in my mind Poisoned solutions And pollution behind my eyes Behind those eyes I used to know What I was like A scratch to see what's underneath A familiar smell Of bleak recollections Wish life repeated level headed The devil's armada Subliminal poison
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 10:03 AM UTC
The Devil's Armada
Who you used to be Is between the cracks In the cushions of your mind, And at night when you need it Reach down underneath it Grab her hand and dig her out She asking you how things turned out. Who we used to be, What we used to know And see Is a lesson for who you need to be. Don't be afraid to ask, Who you thought you lost.
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Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC
Couch cushions, mind cushions.
-Kaitlyn A. Warnken 'I try hard to block myself from sadness but it breaks free and gets to me. The Bad things are shot at me like bullets and With Me being the target, the hits make me sink so deep. Sometimes as to were i don't think i could live to see another day. While the world keeps revolving, i wish to keep myself from evolving this way. So No matter what or how hard you say it, we both know things are never going to be okay.'
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Bang the Bulls Eye