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#severed
There was a day that I watched my own essence split, And two versions of myself dissected as they emerged But the first version that was real split and disappeared. I guess it couldn't live through my tremorous surge. It was the same day my hands started to disobey, They kept pulling on a love that wouldn't stay close. They started acted like my heart was invincible. They acted like my heart dwelled in a vacant ghost. I learned the hard way that the eyes tell only lies. Flipping all we see, even before it's actually observed. I thought I knew the things that we all assume we know. I thought I knew my own place on the face of earth. Then I learned how the world actually curves wrong, As if it's not a sphere at all, but rather con cave. Like we were never outside, but inside the hollow. Intentionally, the eyes fault our perception of shape. There is a way that my heart has its own thoughts. Then there's the way that my brain started feeling pain. I know it by the way my body just begs and begs. Until it gives up and I crash for the first time in days. There was a day that I watched my own Essence split. Two versions of myself dissected as they emerged. But the first version that was real split and disappeared This was the day I had to watch my reflection burn. Or maybe he is me, but we don't want to be seen. Maybe just buried my light a little too deep. Maybe I am not filthy cause, no one is clean. Maybe I'm the only one who is my enemy. Maybe I was not found, cause I didn't need to be. Maybe I am not bound just afraid of being free. Maybe trying to **** my demons is slowly killing me, Cause maybe I'm not the person that I didn't want to be.
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Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC
They Day My Essence Split
There was a day that I watched my own essence split, And two versions of myself dissected as they emerged But the first version that was real split and disappeared. I guess it couldn't live through my tremorous surge. It was the same day my hands started to disobey, They kept pulling on a love that wouldn't stay close. They started acted like my heart was invincible. They acted like my heart dwelled in a vacant ghost. I learned the hard way that the eyes tell only lies. Flipping all we see, even before it's actually observed. I thought I knew the things that we all assume we know. I thought I knew my own place on the face of earth. Then I learned how the world actually curves wrong, As if it's not a sphere at all, but rather con cave. Like we were never outside, but inside the hollow. Intentionally, the eyes fault our perception of shape. There is a way that my heart has its own thoughts. Then there's the way that my brain started feeling pain. I know it by the way my body just begs and begs. Until it gives up and I crash for the first time in days. There was a day that I watched my own Essence split. Two versions of myself dissected as they emerged. But the first version that was real split and disappeared This was the day I had to watch my reflection burn. Or maybe he is me, but we don't want to be seen. Maybe just buried my light a little too deep. Maybe I am not filthy cause, no one is clean. Maybe I'm the only one who is my enemy. Maybe I was not found, cause I didn't need to be. Maybe I am not bound just afraid of being free. Maybe trying to **** my demons is slowly killing me, Cause maybe I'm not the person that I didn't want to be.
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Explain To Me h o w I can be F a L L i Ng aP A r t AND BE SO numb I am W h o l e A n d E m p t y all at once
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Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC
SEVERED
I feel my phone vibrate in my jeans pocket even though it rests in front of me on the desk like a severed limb can still itch
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Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
phone
And I have severed the bridge, The bond of the astral soul To this corporeal form. Similarly feeling, so far From all that is tangible. What I am, I don't know And the point, in the grand scheme. A stream of air, a speck of dust Tiny particles without any meaning
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Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 4:56 PM UTC
East Coast
I'm stuck; frozen, trapped as if time has halted and all is quiet, not a single thought or whisper lingers, But the world never stops, never takes a break for which it so needs, it never stops, Only me. I'm imprisoned in my own mind, Simply a spectator, as if the world exists around me, And no one cares. At first, I'm frantic - desperate to escape, The other side so near So reachable, tangible almost But it’s not- I feel as if I’m slamming my fists against tall cold glass walls, But my screams are muffled, My screams are ignored. Now I stay silent, Now I stay hushed Lifeless and numb, The world playing with me Like a girl with a doll.
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May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC
Severed
May you be unharmed, You who once gave me my name, As even the winds change direction, And the strongest boulders erode over time, My only wish over this severed bond.. Is for you to be lead to happiness. To shine, even in the darkest of times. ~ Umi
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Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 8:21 AM UTC
S
sweet corral in savage fields you were to me salvaged visions hushed syllables relayed in gasps now stilled and I sang to   this favoured space place all ages stretch dance to meadow’s song but havens don’t last for spent shepherds seek sleep too I face myself as dark clouds I saw fomenting omens of looming deepening chill told of friendship's succor earmarked to go confronted by naked and scarred discarded outcasts dirges of limbs parts broken by storms' scythes you stood beside me sturdy strong then winds ceased and bland tones transmitted often no sunny sky friend you are but in storms you see the beaten traveler's plea as rains strip breath
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
alone again
Broken handshakes Come after whispers. Silently soft doubts Summon severed strings To pluck feathered wings. A foundation built of stone Left to crumble alone.
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
Strings
Restless nights, restless hearts Occupied with hobbies and interactions Bonds forged on course inside and out Found people who pursued thy arts Found memories and heartbreaks I only wish to earn my keep and get out I know they are but fleeting valuables But why do they still have a home in me? And why the door is always unlocked?
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
What happens in college, stays in college
A thousand strands of        beautiful woven death. Though they hang like            silk nets holding the suffocating twine of eternity. Each one is eventually severed,        and bleached filaments gather below, static and devoid                             of deaths adulation. What was well kept,  is now             discontinued echoes. No longer the adulation of            obliteration,       just void less inconsequence.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
Rapture Deceased
sometimes old love, never went away. oftentimes it's still there, but the love is bent and s e v e r e d.
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
old love
Slander me, expose me; tell them who I really am. No one can handle me, or control me; I know who I really am. Disregard all of my endless efforts, To keep our bond from being severed. Fighting off the wild dogs, While you were sleeping in the fog. Struggling to keep our sails afloat, You sat pretty and watched me choke. When I decided it was time to let go, You didn't take the ropes, you just let the wind blow. Held on so tight for so long; my hands are bleeding. The saltwater stings but it's also healing. Still, I'll take another sip; it keeps me alive, Even though it slowly kills me at the same time. Slowly but surely; my favourite way to die. I savour the taste of every single tear that I cry. Can't you see these reactions, or hear the words that I've said? Due to your actions and the words I've been fed. I loved you so much, I would die for you. You loved it so much, you'd let me die for you too. Some people give, and some people take, And when it's love, it's both hearts that break.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
Saltwater
eye of storm feels good inanely safe cloak of unreality supplanting sense as trap shuts butterfly hovers gently in silken web rests stupidly charmed while harm beckons illusions numb cerebral space battle weary instincts spent on long haul gusts of warning winds ignored as incongruent aberrations unworthy of note but sword will drop mayhem eclipse former state past suspension truncated exposed as raw reality severs dreams barnacled to beguiling specious notion
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
- tales we tell ourselves -
Ligaments are folly for the static movements that I tender on the world around me. I'm a puppet that has had its strings severed. No longer will I stand before a crowd admiring the swag of free motivation. Now I'm but a flawed puppet with my useless severed strings lingering. Once upon a time I was a puppet and I pulled all my own strings... But now I'm gathering dust in my self  pity, and my strings are now cut. But even though they are severed, and no longer dance to my own tunes. I'm no weaker than before! I'm stronger within myself, I may have fallen but got up. "We are stronger than we think, "We just have to pick ourselves up.            "For we are our own weight, that only we can pick up.
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
Though Fallen We Pick Ourselves Up
singing her melodies of torment hiding in a chamber of lead awakened and degenerated yet no one seemed to care left lies and lost love pulling the final thread the heaven's bled a river of red from the fall of her severed head
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Medusa's Melodies Of Torment
You’re probably sitting now With a glass of cabernet Sprawled on the couch Reflecting on your day Maybe the TV Is humming along Singing its song So you don’t have to Listen to yours. You’re heavy with Loneliness and those guilty pleasures -- candies -- That you hide A nervous addiction Denied Even though you write it out In wrappers. I know I do not fail To flummox you You hide it well But I still see through “The line’s always open,” is the urging Too bad I already Blew out the fuse
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
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