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splashing about in the shallows a tidal wave on the horizon gathers itself to full height being knocked sideways out of the blue war is spoken into existence
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 4:28 AM UTC
war
They argue it doesn't really matter; A minor lie, And a slight distortion— Until the moment arrives when darkness Consumes your mind and detonates, Leaving your body lifeless As it crumples in a gradual descent.
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Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 3:36 PM UTC
Eclipsed Veracity
Realizing the mayhem sprinkled into my past has left such a sour taste with me it's put my emotions on blast; finally seeing what happened to me. I'm beginning to feel better after having picked out the reminders, but the child in me is bitter and wants to see them covered in spiders.
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Nov 16, 2021
Nov 16, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
I was small with 0 real life experience.
Duet, Minor Key by Michael R. Burch Without the drama of cymbals or the fanfare and snares of drums, I present my case stripped of its fine veneer: Behold, thy instrument. Play, for the night is long. Keywords/Tags: Duet, minor, key, cymbals, symbols, drums, fanfare, snares, instrument, play, *** night, long, strip, **** naked
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:20 AM UTC
Duet, Minor Key
The milks gone bad My drinks all flat The lights now flicker My favorite fruit‘s bitter Every morning a pimple My shirts always wrinkled I’m sleeping less My hairs a mess If you were faking it round of applause for my favorite actor So help me god since you’ve been gone, Love. my life’s a disaster.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
inconvenience.
Blazing emotion in the lust of first sight. Uncertain hearts, and unclear minds tragically filled with stories of failed loves. Broken pieces, cracked trust, and fake smiles, but also a growing desire. A desire for something real something that isn’t just a one time passion. Something that is more than another failed story. Something that is real, tangible, and something that lives on through time and time again. So is this our new story? Played in the major scale? Or another minor detail in my harrowing tale of love.
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
Shall We Play in Major or Minor?
a minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his peace of bot tee, mind. Thus this Norwegian bachelor wannabe (most closely aligned with said status closely attained unmarried state by pledging my Unitarian troth) tilled, sown, and furrowed spirit nsync with the missus sleeping in close proximity. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018 no matter this dawg gone pup took numerous one after another cat nap his utterly fatigued body electric still ragged as if he went without sleep for a lifetime, ensnared within a time warp, espied that aggravating "aw SNAP" (error code instead of a webpage indicating Chrome happens to be experiencing problems loading) or, simultaneously caught in a narcoleptic parent trap thus, while a burst of energy temporarily doth prevail (a priori which extreme fatigue of body, mind and spirit - more troublesome, and worse than - getting crucified with a rusty nine inch nail alleviated with deep sleep finds much more tiredness than usual quotidian sleepiness bruiting this male) being imprisoned (for high gram matt tick crimes and misdemeanors) such as: comma, splices, dangling a modifier, splitting an infinitive, unnecessary parenthesis (), et cetera which landed me punctually, proverbially, and squarely in the slaammed shut jail fed thin gruel with grubs that didst flail nauseating pluperfect revulsion each time hide exhale which, many hours long rests did restore for a bit of time only for totally tubular exhaustion to come roar ring back leaving me tour charred as if...i fought in every major war.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018
a minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his peace of bot tee, mind. Thus this Norwegian bachelor wannabe (most closely aligned with said status closely attained unmarried state by pledging my Unitarian troth) tilled, sown, and furrowed spirit nsync with the missus sleeping in close proximity. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018 no matter this dawg gone pup took numerous one after another cat nap his utterly fatigued body electric still ragged as if he went without sleep for a lifetime, ensnared within a time warp, espied that aggravating "aw SNAP" (error code instead of a webpage indicating Chrome happens to be experiencing problems loading) or, simultaneously caught in a narcoleptic parent trap thus, while a burst of energy temporarily doth prevail (a priori which extreme fatigue of body, mind and spirit - more troublesome, and worse than - getting crucified with a rusty nine inch nail alleviated with deep sleep finds much more tiredness than usual quotidian sleepiness bruiting this male) being imprisoned (for high gram matt tick crimes and misdemeanors) such as: comma, splices, dangling a modifier, splitting an infinitive, unnecessary parenthesis (), et cetera which landed me punctually, proverbially, and squarely in the slaammed shut jail fed thin gruel with grubs that didst flail nauseating pluperfect revulsion each time hide exhale which, many hours long rests did restore for a bit of time only for totally tubular exhaustion to come roar ring back leaving me tour charred as if...i fought in every major war.
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I've only ever relied on someone else for my happiness. Looked to them to answer any question i had. Until the moment they were no longer there to guide me out of my perceived darkness. But i was stuck. I waited on you but you only walked away. So thank you, because i believe I've figured it out. How to be happy and not dependent on you. You're the one that has gone and replaced the role i used to play in your life. So i guess you can ultimately say that you have done this to yourself. And I'm not really sorry. Sorry. I am focusing on me and you are now playing an insignificant minor role in the way my life develops. Thank you. I love you my best friend.
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 5:35 AM UTC
Figured It Out
show me you love me in a dream you can't control, we collect crystals and give each other tarot readings - but i always wonder what you are thinking, laid out between judgement and queens in my pink floral bedsheets. not real, i'm seeing it all the same.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
two of swords
Passing cars of noise, The onlookers, judging me, My headache, myself.
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
They Make Small Talk
A dry desert feeling creeps up my throat I can almost feel the bright, Red color lining the soft tissue. Body aches starting at all twenty digits, Eventually make their way throughout the body. Sickness. To some an excuse for rest, "So why does sickness make me so upset?" I try to scream, But, alas, my voice is lost. Ah, the voice, What a silly instrument, "Silly how," you may ask. Well, it's weak. Why can't my two ***** of vibrating tissue, Stay healthy? I need to use those stubborn chords, My voice should not be diminished, It should be strong. This is a major problem, That, to others, may seem minor. Sing the notes, Finish the chord, Don't be flat, That doesn't mean go sharp. ENOUGH! I can't even sing. Unable to participate in a pleasurable passion, All because of a **** Weak Immune System.
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
**** Weak, Immune System
For anyone who is so inclined: https://soundcloud.com/apexparadigm/sets/sunrise
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Sunrise, in 3 Movements
The rhythm hits me first, Off-beat, syncopated, unpredictable, Yet I find my foot tapping in perfect time, My body synchronised with an ever-changing pulse. Then the bass, Driving, moving forward, eager, I find my legs moving with it, My body pulled by a promise of more. Then the chords, Dissonant, unresolved, uncertain, Yet my ears enjoy every one, My body desperate to understand the logic behind them. Then the melody, Haunting, minor, hesitant, Yet my eyes are drawn to those that sing, My body overwhelmed with bare emotion. Then the lyrics, Hopeful, free, safe, And I find myself singing along, To a song I didn't know, but that resonates in my heart.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
Song I don't know
It doesn’t matter what I type As long as I type words It doesn’t faze me what the hype As long as I infer The lyrics although musical Just bounce inside my head They always start with music But the words come out instead
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
It Starts With Music