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Battles never fought
Lemme collect these shambles, ones scattered in the name of cards ungambled.
Battles that left me rattled. Pieces that never fell together.
Realisations gone to tatters. Memories forgotten, altogether.
These pieces of armor unfused forever.
Energies wasted in mindless splendor, with ideals crafted in inks without matter.
These caricatures of youth, wasted in canvas of unwritten ...
Friday 18th December 2020 10:00 am
A Mess of Future Heathens
Seeing the shadow in vision
Getting feared of what the great poison
Hiding out back to the scratch
Tired of being what they're interpreted
To be looked up in the sun
To be puked in deep water run
To be lost in relief distance
I was fight,
But no lights were made
So where is is heading through wind?
Passing it off to be betrayed and seen
That soak tree's been relied on
As this volt i...
Monday 7th December 2020 5:02 pm
Blinded
To some degree
we all enjoy a little mystery
Developing a sense of curiosity
The whole "what could be"
But sadly
That's not reality
Creating our own world
Regardless of incompatability
Tunnel vision ensued
Rose colored glasses
In full bloom
Despite the apparent
You created confinement
Within your own lie.
Friday 27th November 2020 12:26 pm
Numb.
Numb.
Dry and numb.
Grief cannot be duplicated, though it can be felt, again and again.
We’ll just go to sleep and never cry again. so it shall be dreamed, not wept.
It will fade, but right now, we sleep.
Numb and dry.
Numb.
Tuesday 21st July 2020 6:57 pm
Beating myself up
Is there something wrong with you?
Here we are again, back at square fucking one.
All because poor little cameron can’t seem to control his feelings.
Pathetic.
Do you have a few loose screws?
You literally choose to love people who just don’t care.
And when you cry at night, does it feel good?
Relapse, do you think you should?
Because as far as I can tell,
You’re going t...
Monday 30th March 2020 3:50 pm
Entirety (The Whole)
The sights of ourselves still shape us to divide,
immediate response to the craves and madness,
we feel the way we feel but tonight it's you inside,
burried in the senses out of the lightness.
And days are still days but the trouble collides,
for all the reasons we chose not to revile,
and all our fears, childlish alike,
echoing through our minds, rejecting denial.
Stay where you are a...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 2:35 pm
Resistance
And tides are still the same as they were,
fluid numbers, one piece in folded milions,
telling us why we all need to reach the bottom,
embracing drops of broken brilliance.
Wait until it all comes down,
your whispers rest in front of the broken Avalon,
inside our shell is something we all found,
blue-red pictures reflected by the dawn.
And tides are still the same as they were,
connec...
Tuesday 7th January 2020 10:17 am
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