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#acrostic. Inspired by @leelee101. And his brilliant piece titled "triple". Undecided Upon a I me or yoU. Never drawN cards over sooN. Losing grip Lost taste surreaL. Entrapping Earths laws you'rE.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all.
I want to stand tall. But I feel hindered. My wooden stilts. Have cracked and splintered. Words fly out like broken glass. Reckless. Chaotic. Streams of black mascara. Run down my face.
You know, I'm rather curious As to Just why.
If this is the end of the world I'd just like to say. I'll admit that I didn't believe it, That it's not just like any other Friday. If I don't meet anyone today, And the world decides to end.
I will hopefully add to this as time goes on c: We are the Forgotten Lost in the distance Unable to see Still yearning to be We are the Silenced The masked and the shunned Swiftly tossed...
I am a sponge. Absorbing everything. Filled to capacity. But I am shrinking. Ingesting the poisons. Of a toxic society. I am a mirror. Reflecting an image. Of the world you want to see.
What can you do with this commodity called time. An essence so valuable I wish that it was mine. Its healing powers can soothe a broken heart But where will it end, and where did it start.
When darkness struck, My mind went pale. The dizziness of life was overpowering me. When all was lost, None was found leaving alone an empty table. To retrieve a song is almost impossible.
I hear the hands of death. A tick, a tock, a tocking. They haunt my every step, They tick, they tock. Just mocking. I fear the hands of death, A tick, a tock, a tocking.
I n these dark times of fear, T errors always near. S tops for nothing, never waits. J ust get that one thing clear. U nify, its right, together we shall fight, S hit won't switch itself.
All the best selling religious books share a common theme If you read between the lines Think a lot and open up your mind It's quite impressive what you could find....
What do I want. I can honestly say I have absolutely no clue.
Can you balance me upon your knee. Then lay me down to set me free.
This be my 500th post - what a journey it's been for me, thanks Opussians.
And on the eighth day, God wept. But they don't tell you that In church, in school.
Most of the worlds actions. Breathe life. Formulating further interactions in time. They possess many continuing cycles. From the simplest form of misplaced sincerity.
Foreword: I would just like to point out that this is not meant to upset any religious people. I have nothing against religion, although I am not a believer myself.
#projecthumanity #nightwrite With every breath We ever breathe We have a chance To change, to weave To break the cycle To start again Forget the past To end the trend To throw down arms To embrace...
There's a sliver of the moon. Hanging in the dark. A mile wide night sky papercut. Bleeds black and leaves a mark. We call it a crescent. It's a hammock for a star. When it's feeling weary.
I didn't make the choice to let myself exist here, and somehow it bothers you but I will not shed a tear.
The sound the sound keeps going round. In my head the beat continues to pound. The same old tune day after day. Is there really nothing new to say. I need to breathe and I need to live.
The slow progress. There's no progress. Epidemic suicidal depressed ,. Curse as infants ,slavey infest. Institutionally obsessed ,. Conformity condition ,. Fuck progress ,. Time to get serious.
Waxwork sky, Sculpted by repeating dreams, Threatens to decay today. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I find myself wearily afraid, And foolishly trying to make a way, Through the rest of the day.