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Fantasy Prone Personality.
This bed it is a bridge
Of what is real and fantasy
I despise reality
I'd rather keep dreaming
Where I am free
To be alive
Where I will thrive
And my heart can be
Free from knives
I will not cry
I can not feel
I stay in bed to escape what is real
Monday 1st October 2018 1:58 pm
Forget This
Don’t remember the time
When the number on the scale was infinitely less.
Don’t remember the time
When your bones were months away from dust.
Don’t remember the panic
Inside of your chest
When the white porcelain rose goosebumps
And you failed to protest-
The one thing you should have been fighting for;
You stubborn, foolish, arrogant girl.
Don’t rememb...
Tuesday 14th March 2017 5:18 am
displacement
nothing amiss only
everything askew..
scatter patterned random
walks suspended in static liquid.
touch your finger to the
surface..a ripple and a flutter
to breach the calm within
now watch as dull dust gathers
'round the one who's so disturbed
a still entropic state.
Sunday 5th June 2016 7:21 pm
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