Within Tattered mindsets, pre-recorded joy.
An ilustrious illusion of false elation brews.
Cautiously observing routines of a daily reality.
Never changing that predetermined fantasy.
Unallowing negative patterns to emerge.
Fixed on persuing the determined ultimatum.
A feeling we know to be expectation, fuelled by undying hope.
~Larko
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Do you ever wish You could have a blank page. Fresh and white and clean, Pure Spotless Blotless, each stain removed Sinking back into the parchment it had spoiled.
Ready to take on the day. In my own special little way. Ready to embrace. The sometimes cold human race. Ready to finally say goodbye. Now I have the answer to why. Ready to lay flowers.
Have you ever felt... the breath of expiring slumber. When the sun forays into consciousness so raw, that you remain caroused in blissful illusion.
I am the past and the future. I wonder whether people ever wanted to go back to the past, And change whatever they regret. I hear cries and laughter, I see curiosity is people's minds.
The finer components of eloquence have always eluded me,. And laughably so as I soon came to see,. And never yet have I managed to hold in my hand, a beautiful sunbeam or a fine grain of sand,.
Remember what it was like. To live among the light. To bask in its brightness. To feel all its might. Remember how it felt. For your ice cream to melt. And the hand you was dealt.
I lay back staring at the sky. Hints of grey & blue in between thousands of clouds, all different shapes & sizes, all being taken along on the wind.
Look through the other side Then you can see But look this side..all is one preserved mystery Shadows gleam like nightshade So dangerous, pure and volatile Never crucify the disturbed and vile My...
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