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I recall that girl, Happy & healthy, Always with a chill, Always with a thrill.
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Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 2:01 PM UTC
Happiness Galore
run, run better run fast jump, go high go higher hide, try under check if it’s still there BOO! now you gotta run, again                            jump, again                            hide, again                            check, again but it’s gone, because of her... “hey baby, I got you”
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
Her❥
My forgetfulness is a more successful entity than even I at times. My trust in regretfulness often gets the better of me. But yea, I hunker down, surrounded by unforgetfulness of the lack of silence.
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
trust in what isn't there
The bare earth The scratched skies The predictable people midst their ponderous lives And I live to see them over time As they progress towards somethingness Towards no outcome which will leave any of us Alive
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Somethingness
Do you remember that night? The night you died? You ran to the sea Almost unconscious. Your body craved to be exposed To the cold winter air. You could almost hear As your bones were trembling Underneath your dry frosty skin. The waves were calling you, Beckoning you towards your future. They stole your future. As you were embraced by the water, Your head was already filled With nothing But dread. You almost fought for survival. Submerged underneath, The water was singing your name. And you were dancing to the melody That had you drowning. And you were willing To give it your last drop of air. Your body Was not yours to control. It was already consumed By the Sirens of the sea. And your purple lips Were singing In sync with the Water Nymphs’ song. And you were enjoying every second of it For you have had enough Of everything going wrong. Your attempts To go above water Were more than plain hopeless, For you had already soled your rightful place In the world of the living. Your skin was not yours anymore. It was hardly even human flesh, For it was blue like the sea. You almost looked like a Nymph yourself. Your teeth cracked To the exposure of the winter air. You were not welcomed above anymore, You were to be endlessly in water. Your whole naked body Was chained With invisible shackles, Pulling you down, Showing you mercilessly Where you were now belonging. Last attempt. And the bottom cried your name, Melting your fragile Naked young body In the icy depths. Do you remember that night? The night you died? You ran to the sea Almost alive. And you seem to be pleased With how the waves play With your unsteady corps. You seem fine With the way they spin you around Until you can’t understand anymore Where is up And where is down. You don’t seem bothered By the way the water Mashes your head in the rocks. You seem okay With the sea draining your blood. And you don’t seem to care How the cold winter water Takes your empty life. Simply You reached to Heaven. And it reached to you. You were endlessly searching For something More Than This. And that consumed you.
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
Winter Sea Suicide
Do you remember that night? The night you died? You ran to the sea Almost unconscious. Your body craved to be exposed To the cold winter air. You could almost hear As your bones were trembling Underneath your dry frosty skin. The waves were calling you, Beckoning you towards your future. They stole your future. As you were embraced by the water, Your head was already filled With nothing But dread. You almost fought for survival. Submerged underneath, The water was singing your name. And you were dancing to the melody That had you drowning. And you were willing To give it your last drop of air. Your body Was not yours to control. It was already consumed By the Sirens of the sea. And your purple lips Were singing In sync with the Water Nymphs’ song. And you were enjoying every second of it For you have had enough Of everything going wrong. Your attempts To go above water Were more than plain hopeless, For you had already soled your rightful place In the world of the living. Your skin was not yours anymore. It was hardly even human flesh, For it was blue like the sea. You almost looked like a Nymph yourself. Your teeth cracked To the exposure of the winter air. You were not welcomed above anymore, You were to be endlessly in water. Your whole naked body Was chained With invisible shackles, Pulling you down, Showing you mercilessly Where you were now belonging. Last attempt. And the bottom cried your name, Melting your fragile Naked young body In the icy depths. Do you remember that night? The night you died? You ran to the sea Almost alive. And you seem to be pleased With how the waves play With your unsteady corps. You seem fine With the way they spin you around Until you can’t understand anymore Where is up And where is down. You don’t seem bothered By the way the water Mashes your head in the rocks. You seem okay With the sea draining your blood. And you don’t seem to care How the cold winter water Takes your empty life. Simply You reached to Heaven. And it reached to you. You were endlessly searching For something More Than This. And that consumed you.
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*night has a day and everyday has a night*
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
Every
Life carries me a long it's way, sometimes skipping but most of the time dragging me by the scruff of the neck, to places i never thought or wanted to dream of. Some days taking me to valleys of beauty and light and others to caves not of my choosing, rendering me helpless and alone with my mind in places where closed eyes is the only method of vision. Awake in a dream of a day that I wish to never show it's self to me ever again. Then just when the warm mellow rays of sun, caress my olive skin once more that dark and changeable cloud draws it's self near, I argue with it to leave my side, and go play some place else, but it sticks like a loyal lap dog I can on pray that it leaves my side someday. 03.04 am 30th May 2014 Rootz Modebelu. ( spelling and grammar are not my thing I am not an English teacher I am an artist.)
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
Tone of my life