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#mangled
Permanent are The memories trapped in a scar And though a few might fade, It'd be quicker to count every star At times I don't notice them Other times they're another prison bar Attempts to hide them are made But mummification seems a step too far In my day to day they are All I can see, Haunting my reality They've stolen the getaway car And I'll not make it far In this mangled avatar ©2024
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC
~•§•~ My Truth ~•§•~
To be able to talk to And through This paper with a pen Has been A god send Not letting me break, But letting me bend Allowing me to mend, Both my mangled heart and broken spirit, Like a good friend ©2024
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Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 2:39 PM UTC
~•§•~ A Good Friend ~•§•~
Sometimes when lost in thought It's a struggle to get back Bearings don't exist in this mangled plot Keep jumping off track Connections gone, surely I've lost a dot Probably more than that I was taught too take your shot I find myself on the attack Not sure if it was the good fight I fought Regardless, I still fell through the crack The one thing that was not taught Is what you'll loose if and when you fall flat ©2024
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Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 6:02 PM UTC
~•§•~ A Labyrinth of Thought ~•§•~
I hang a mangled backdrop A set prop To keep from view That I got Behind the scenes rot And there's a lot ©2024
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Jun 28, 2024
Jun 28, 2024 at 12:33 PM UTC
~•§•~ Behind the Scenes ~•§•~
The lumber jack, was on his way              home. Driving through a woodland of                                 creaking trees. They found his car, the rooftop                                     crushed..          gusts of wind blew through                                      the tree tops... And the coroner and police officer                                 shuddered       as            they gazed at each other.. Is it me or does the wind blowing              through the leaves sound like                                                  laughter.. And with that another branch fell upon the already mangled wreckage..              They had to make sure he was                                   really felled,                             there was no warning. And as the breeze continued the noise                 turned to screams, whistling                                                  around the pair.. Both cars where found later on                                                the next afternoon..                  hundreds of meters from each other with..                                          Buckled rooftops.. Even there was no wind, the rustling leaves                                sounded like far away laughter..                                 and the group just looked in confusion. They where outnumbered and didn't even realise it.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
When Limbs Fell Silently
The lumber jack, was on his way              home. Driving through a woodland of                                 creaking trees. They found his car, the rooftop                                     crushed..          gusts of wind blew through                                      the tree tops... And the coroner and police officer                                 shuddered       as            they gazed at each other.. Is it me or does the wind blowing              through the leaves sound like                                                  laughter.. And with that another branch fell upon the already mangled wreckage..              They had to make sure he was                                   really felled,                             there was no warning. And as the breeze continued the noise                 turned to screams, whistling                                                  around the pair.. Both cars where found later on                                                the next afternoon..                  hundreds of meters from each other with..                                          Buckled rooftops.. Even there was no wind, the rustling leaves                                sounded like far away laughter..                                 and the group just looked in confusion. They where outnumbered and didn't even realise it.
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#Feast your eyes upon all the                                        mangled                                                 twitching                                                             bodies trapped in the grills of fat and                                                         brown                                                               package                                                                     trucks so far away from the idyllic blades of                                                                  green                                                                         and                                                                            sun crossing pot-hole asphalted rivers where                                                                alligators                                                                         speed                                                                             amuck We all get hurt crossing seemingly                                                        empty                                                            perilous                                                                    streets and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep                                                                     machine's                                                                                sharp                                                                                      teeth are we different from the insects                                                  roaming                                                               on                                                             instinct? If only you could wiggle your body more to the side but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide                                            bully.                                               At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.#
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Grasshopper
#Feast your eyes upon all the                                        mangled                                                 twitching                                                             bodies trapped in the grills of fat and                                                         brown                                                               package                                                                     trucks so far away from the idyllic blades of                                                                  green                                                                         and                                                                            sun crossing pot-hole asphalted rivers where                                                                alligators                                                                         speed                                                                             amuck We all get hurt crossing seemingly                                                        empty                                                            perilous                                                                    streets and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep                                                                     machine's                                                                                sharp                                                                                      teeth are we different from the insects                                                  roaming                                                               on                                                             instinct? If only you could wiggle your body more to the side but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide                                            bully.                                               At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.#
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Life is so brutal It mangles the heart Beaten and bruised From the very start In a world fallen From its original glory We need to bring Jesus Back to the story His voice will heal And mend your soul If you give him the time He can make you whole Each day is a chance To let him touch you If you open your heart His words will renew
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
Life Is So Brutal