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#unawareness
Quietly, quickly, inconspicuously, daringly, cautiously, knowingly, doubtingly, forcefully, confusedly, consciously, uncontrollably, thoughtfully, dumbly, numerously, abusively, blatantly, spontaneously, thinking of the blank, black, silence that engulfs my being every nocturnal moment I remain frozen in the banks of reality waiting for the hypothetical trigger of the hypothetical gun to be ripped behind its epicenter to allow me the will to be woken from a death that had been disrupted by a millimeter of flame from a centimeter of a stars everlasting life within a never lasting cycle of momentary aliveness in a stillness that ceases to be as such.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
The Silence is Optional
You Never Listened by Michael R. Burch You never listened, though each night the rain wove its patterns again and trembled and glistened ... You were not watching, though each night the stars shone, brightening the tears in her eyes palely fetching ... You paid love no notice, though she lay in my arms as the stars rose in swarms like a legion of poets, as the lightning recited its opus before us, and the hills boomed the chorus, all strangely delighted ... Originally published by Contemporary Rhyme. Keywords/Tags: ears, hearing, listening, eyes, blindness, unseeing, unawareness, insensitivity, rain, stars, lightning, thunder
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 1:02 AM UTC
You Never Listened
When strength is not all, You think yourself strong, You come out, out of your bravery, When you should stay inwardly strong, How do you feel protected, When your enemy is strong? You will learn as you have learnt, From the pages of history.. When you are making your own story.
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Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
A Reversal
Crickle n crackle. The walls are caving in. Crumble n cobble. My head begins to wobble. 4 corners of a room Created in doom    Makes me wonder, am I on shrooms.          ******* and shriek   cringle and shingle I began to chuckle at my knees buckle   what day of the week I have become so utterly bleak this will be my meek.
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
why are the walls caving in