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 Mar 2019 be-no-one
Iska
Starring at the world
through a fractured freeze frame
Splintering my skin as I draw closer clawing to the faded paint only to end up on the other side
To a world as bland and gray as it was on the other side.
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
Sakura
Silent
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
Sakura
The world
It spins
My breath
It quickens
I reach out
Only to find
Nothing
I try to scream
I try to cry
But I can't
For I
Am silent
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
em
6:58 pm
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
em
my days aren't good days
or bad days
they are just
days.

and they never stop
crawling forward
with me
trapped inside
them.
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
chris
burn...out
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
chris
too dark to live
too bright to die
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
Alfa
DISHROOM
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
Alfa
DontImprovetheSystemtHeyllRejectOurOwnMistakes
A circular poem about the corrupt cafeteria system I used to work in. "Don't improve the system" refers to the corrupt system we had in place. "They'll reject our own mistakes" refers to if we put a new system in place, it'll be rejected by students, so there's nothing to do- either way we were *******, and everything continues to rotate just as the dishroom trays did.
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
LN
Midnight
 Mar 2019 be-no-one
LN
Its beautiful at midnight
Unlike the day,
When its blinding bright.
I look up at the sky
Colored in shades of black,
Dotted with stars up high.
I look at the beauty of the moon,
Making me forget
That the day will be starting soon.
They say the sunrise is ecstatic,
I say, ponder into night life
It's beauty is magnetic.
A certain darkness is needed to see the stars.
And to be honest, darkness can be very beautiful indeed.
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