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Skyler M Oct 2017
Everything spins so fast these days,
Swirling into a sink hole, okay.
Guess I'm alright,
But, you don't don't really know my mind, right?
I'm seeing everything in slowmo,
Working my way through the trough.
Seeing how every bodies, just.
Writing for nothing but the show.

Even though I could end my pitiful life here,
I decide to stay in this loco motivated town stead,
Hounds instead, motivate me to move towards,
Everything the light won't touch.
I'm seeing everything in slowmo,
Bounds let, through snow and such.
Nothing could ever live up to something like the crutch.
Alainn Fein Jun 2013
Touched the bed
You're not there
On the opened door
You're not there
Looked out the window
And there you were
Starting the engine on

Now, I'm running slow-mo
trying to chase our possibilities
I'm running slow-mo
believing to reach you
JVPC Sep 2010
sun gleaming off the gorgeous drifting current
waves repel off jetskis and oil tankers
like slowmo bullets as we collide
hang on to my cup holders
and together we'll drift
down the river of trust
playin games of old we must


let the world pass by
along the way, we'll make a stop
where time stops for motionless spaceships
embedded like a time capsule in my mind
and there it'll stay forever and a day...


this is memorial day
Creepstar Mar 2016
Well done you scummy *******
*******
Better get your throat slit
Defacate on your own ******* happiness
More times than I can count on an abacus
I laugh at you
Tripping over your own ego
But we know
Seeds like you don't grow
Won't go pro,so slow,slowmo
But you know
Chock on the memories
Asphyxiate on those feelings
Lowered ceilings
In the house of the mind
Just to find
you're a death wish
With a checklist
So wreckless
You check us
But not yourself
Man...you're bad for health
moemoe May 2019
Trying to sleep,
Working till i get tired
In my bed i retire
But my head playing solo
Spamming me with thoughts going slowmo
Making my body slave of my mind
Feeling miserable, confined
But i'm a fighter

Even if i'm blind
I can see brighter

In my imagination i feel ya near me
No doubt you can hear me
In the broken mirror the reflection of myself
Deep in my eyes you can see yourself
Let dreamland turn wonderland


Your image shining
Like a lighthouse, guiding my steps towards sleep,
deep
Finally, i'll get there even with air to breathe
I'll try to find some peace
S R Mats Jan 2021
Getting to the other side feels pretty good
Let love rule

Slowmo though fast enough at present
Lifts love up

We will join hand in hand
Loosening hate

Rise with me

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