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Thoughts on DualityStanding on the edge of
"It's all going to be ok"
"I don't want to be here any more"
What if I was wrongWhat If I was wrong?
What if wrong was right?
What if your truth was lies?
And What If I was blind?
What if friends are foes?
What if dark was light?
What if they told the truth?
But What if it's in my mind?
What if I never know?
What if the time's gone by?
Who knows will the river flow?
Or will the river dry?
Made of Glasswood by the side of the fire
egg on the edge of the table
fingers under a dancing knife
the gas on an unlit stove
a block of ice on the heater
aerosoles on a warm windowsill
a cat in front of a dog,
red rag before a bull
a rabbit in front of a fox
dog attacks the neighbours kid
soldier pulls a trigger
family man drunk at the bar
the things above are unrelated
but none are made of glass
the all end in the same way
like the ticking of a heart
live life to the fullest
live it while you can
because you never know when it
you aren't made of glass
Life is a gameLife is a game. and you play to win.
it starts at the start, and ends with game over,
Childhoods the training stage. it's easy. you're allowed to make mistakes.
if I'm happy, I'm winning,
if I'm not, I'm losing
If I can make somone I hate sad, I'm winning, they're losing. thats how the game works.
If I make you happy, I'm probably winning,
if I can make you fall in love I'm winning,
if I can make you hate me, I'm winning,
if I control how you're feeling, I'm winning
if I make you quit? good question, GG i guess? I'm not sure.
accomplishments are bonus points, good ones unlock perks,
there are no checkpoints, so do it right.
mistakes make the game harder, you might end up with more enemies, or a weaker character.
character creation can be done at any point, but sometimes it takes time, or perks.
suicide is giving up, it ends the game early, and you lose all your points.
the game doesn't want you to quit.
there is always someone winning more, but there is always someone losing more,
ColdCold, Black, Blood,
Runs, Through his veins
Begging, For reasons,
To live, With distain.
His cold, Dark, Heart,
Beats, Out of Turn,
Of the coldest, Affections,
It's cold chambers, Empty,
And robbed, Of all hope,
For the edge, Of insanity,
He extends, And he gropes
The white rabbit is dead
Cold, Bloody, Screech
Far, Out of reach,
In cold sanity,
Not madness, His friend
He begs, For release,
For thought to end.
And hoping is hard,
He still struggles on,
Being beaten, And scarred.
holding onA deep,
love, is something that's hard to hide
In all feelings strong
it should be known
there's a fear that hides inside
you fear for your love,
you fear for your life
and you're feared of being alone
The fear will push us
push us too far,
'till the need for fear is gone
Hold on to your love,
but let the fear go
It's the difference between pain
and letting love grow.
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
Capturing CreativityBe still.
A timid bird, poetry lurks
beneath your freckled skin,
the rustle of ruffled feathers
hidden in the poundings
of your predator heart.
In quiet moments,
you can hear the chirrups
of her breathing,
stone-heavy words tumbling
between the cliffs of your ribs.
Coax her gently
with ink stained fingertips
and rhyme-tangled tongue.
To The HeroesJustice?
I'm not sure you know what that means.
To you the very word of "justice" suggests that:
Those who do not comply are simply targets to be broken.
Those who do not agree with you, must always be denied.
Those who have the greatest freedom are chained and made to kneel.
And those who choose to fight are labeled 'incarnates of evil'.
Doesn't it all sound a little familiar?
I think it does...
So tell me, oh great hero,
Having fought monsters like me for so many years...
How does it feel to have finally become one?
The Last GiftGod traces the letters on tombstones, fondly
remembering the deceased’s first steps
into His house. When He closed
the gates of Eden, the whole world
became a cemetery: the untouched garden
a hospital waiting room, overflowing
with flowers to be arranged
upon funeral wreaths, waiting for Him
to bestow His last gift.
your perfume tastes like shitit was love
that made me pull
the poison rose,
but no longer will
i allow myself to lie
in the shallow coffin
of your body,
no longer will my veins
stretch to compensate
for your insatiable need.
you are fresh cancer
in my cross-infected heart,
but honey i'll pull you out
with my own damn fingers
if it means saving myself.
time quantum egresswe bury our hearts
in the heavy glow of the horizon,
the electric hum of the New Moon
digging through the skull
we wander stateless, eyes blankly set
in dispassion. lost souls of a lost time
dragging wire-shells and pale furnaces
and we have outlived our selves.
basic human anatomywe're composed of half a cage
which holds the organ that
was intended for pumping blood,
but really dictates our feelings,
and a three pound glob
pushes words out so fast
it's a wonder our whole
existence depends on it.
then there's the necklace of
vertebrae, held together with
the most sacred thread
in the world; one snip, and
the beads fall off and shatter.
the space between your legs
is the real cradle of humanity.
of course, there's the prepackaged
set of guts you receive
with one easy payment of a life.
you don't hear many poems about
the kidneys or pancreas, but
they deserve as much credit
as the romanticized heart and lungs.
AloneOut of sight, and out of mind,
not a soul around but mine
one and all have been and gone
and I am left all alone
Search the silence for their solice
left behind in lands gone lawless
to search these sands forever more
I am left all alone
Darkness falls, and silence whispers
And in the night, the sky doth blister
With stars of every shape and size
And I am left all alone
One by one, the stars doth fade
Like wishes, sadly, never made
when silence screams throughout the night
And I am left all alone.
Hopeless and tired I make my bed
a secret heaven to lay my head
where I shall slumber all alone
Bright lights may shine, but I am
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