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I am runningshuffling awaytowards meyou Underover inout updown My skin’s creepingcrawling a walkjogruntrot offon myyour bodybuddy stuckmoving througharound my contentupset stageaudience screamwhispers whyhow iamamnot happysadgladangrydisgustefplease I do not not want to not not want whatwhowherewhenwhyhow Iknowyesnomaybeso can’trepeat canremember the questionanswer problemsolution Dramaticpragmatic topsyturvy jaggedcurvy butteredunbutterflied catapillcocoonsburyresurrect christanpagan nonnotunsmoking holysacrilege donundone wonlost underover sunmoonlightdark Singsungsanging a lullabyanthemrhymenomore Instagrams socialanticipation partwholly couthun Kaurrupillaurelsfordrivel I wantneedtogostay Writeunwrite my thoughtswords publishredact alovehate wedunwed wonlost wasneverwas realitydreamsoffairunfairaffairsofheartstreamgulch Hereliesstandsthere once wasis afairyunjust conprehensivegyst of tallsmall taletelltolduntold I want to not not want you wantneed youme to alwaysnever nowthen so I cancouldshouldwill be presentpassive in athe time of troublesuccess so wemeyoutheythemus werearewillmightbe awareunaware silent and listen have the same lettersvowelsconsonantssoundsunsounds Shakespeare shookshakes spearssparszounds Inoutupdownleftright lifedeathcradlegrave ~ NM 01/08/20
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Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 10:49 PM UTC
MoreBeautifulThanSilence
Auguring AlphaOmegettis
I am runningshuffling awaytowards meyou Underover inout updown My skin’s creepingcrawling a walkjogruntrot offon myyour bodybuddy stuckmoving througharound my contentupset stageaudience screamwhispers whyhow iamamnot happysadgladangrydisgustefplease I do not not want to not not want whatwhowherewhenwhyhow Iknowyesnomaybeso can’trepeat canremember the questionanswer problemsolution Dramaticpragmatic topsyturvy jaggedcurvy butteredunbutterflied catapillcocoonsburyresurrect christanpagan nonnotunsmoking holysacrilege donundone wonlost underover sunmoonlightdark Singsungsanging a lullabyanthemrhymenomore Instagrams socialanticipation partwholly couthun Kaurrupillaurelsfordrivel I wantneedtogostay Writeunwrite my thoughtswords publishredact alovehate wedunwed wonlost wasneverwas realitydreamsoffairunfairaffairsofheartstreamgulch Hereliesstandsthere once wasis afairyunjust conprehensivegyst of tallsmall taletelltolduntold I want to not not want you wantneed youme to alwaysnever nowthen so I cancouldshouldwill be presentpassive in athe time of troublesuccess so wemeyoutheythemus werearewillmightbe awareunaware silent and listen have the same lettersvowelsconsonantssoundsunsounds Shakespeare shookshakes spearssparszounds Inoutupdownleftright lifedeathcradlegrave ~ NM 01/08/20
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Fleeting era; Blossom of humanity; I caught you by the tail, And now you’re slipping out of my hand. As we pack ourselves tighter in; As we close the gaps with our wondrous tools; We lose our colour, And melt together. Tolerance, gift of our violence. You paint our faces all the same. I cannot deny your higher road. I cannot deny my head is turned, While being driven on with the rest of us. Like an arrow through a vacuum we fly. feeling the oscillation of the shaft, looking down its length at one moment, and not being able to see over the curve the next. Pointing at the flex from our momentary vantage. as if we or they were responsible, and not the bow that fired us long long ago.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
tyrel-kriger
Free Will, No Joystick
Fleeting era; Blossom of humanity; I caught you by the tail, And now you’re slipping out of my hand. As we pack ourselves tighter in; As we close the gaps with our wondrous tools; We lose our colour, And melt together. Tolerance, gift of our violence. You paint our faces all the same. I cannot deny your higher road. I cannot deny my head is turned, While being driven on with the rest of us. Like an arrow through a vacuum we fly. feeling the oscillation of the shaft, looking down its length at one moment, and not being able to see over the curve the next. Pointing at the flex from our momentary vantage. as if we or they were responsible, and not the bow that fired us long long ago.
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