#wears
White as a mask, porcelain-light lies.
Black as a bruise, raw truth sighs.
I too carry two mirrored hues.
Some nights I stitch the darker muse.
Not for its ache nor bitter scars,
but how it hums like burning stars.
There, I hunger, unashamed, unbound.
There, I feast where fire is found.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 10:45 PM UTC
Even if it's heads or tails
either side You always win.
Your own system never fails
ev'rything else wears out thin.
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Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 2:44 AM UTC
Scars on the inside
are prominent to
the one that wears them,
but invisible
to humanity.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
Oldspeak:
Save me from this government,
which envelops the land.
Which doesn't give me freedom,
or help my weary hand.
Newspeak:
I'm saved in Oceania,
which is doublegood; much nonwasted land.
BB unstruggles workers,
BB helps unwear hands.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC