Tag: dark
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[253] Ocean and Its Secrets
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She looks away from life closer to the ocean Thoughts of identity Nibble at her feet The tide turns heavy Her mind turns light She is consumed by the ocean Goddess of insights The boat invites a freedom that she has been seeking all this while The pinks of her dress turning darker every night…
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[252] Remembering Dreams
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Amuse the life out of me I can’t breathe anyway Tragic turns of apocalypse The earth is shaking but I can’t breathe anyway Can’t complain for this little life Little fights and this larger divide Swallowed up by sleep I can’t complain about the places you take me It’s all an illusion anyway Hide away…
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[251] An Old Night
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Confessing numbness Caressing depression I’ve forgot to look in the right places Forgotten dreams of a mighty dynasty I live in abeyance Like a lonely sun No visible illness so you deny my right to feel I deny my right to bleed I lie down in hopes I’ll rise again A sharp thought flows through…
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[250] Changing Life, One Haircut At A Time
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Mountains with bad haircuts tower above the shiny eyes of the city Shy, they hide themselves under the white blanket of clouds The cities pull the blanket off only forcing the mountain to push the clouds to rain in anger over the city This push and pull becomes old The mountain wear white wigs now…
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[249] A New Day
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Today the world woke up looking a little forgetful The sun didn’t feel as vengeful The newspapers had empty pages The air didn’t suffocate living Was it because we all remembered our dreams today?
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[248] Broken Skies
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The broken sky and its false promises of respite that some call rain while some wait for it to be called a storm A diversion from the tedious blue that only helps harshness to brittle our sheltered bones It breaks my little heart to acknowledge the void of you I was alright till now I…
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[247] A Calm Nightmare
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Personalities mixing up to cause rainbows in a storm I touch one colour to really want another Never understanding a disguise entirely I borrow another to just carry on looking up The afterglow of constellations in your eyes carry themselves into my emotional identity I feel half of what you felt Half of what there…
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[246] Confused Clarity
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My distraction is aware of all that it lacks. It can be missing out on the various sounds of rain or it can be not holding the knowledge to appreciate architecture it falls on. I accept that there is a lot that I don’t accept. I understand that there is a lot that I don’t…
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[245] The Forgetfulness Of Today
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Last day of college Stirring emotions inside; pouring rain outside Awareness of where we’ve come with a melancholic smile Thinking about how we’ve arrived here; why is melancholy right here? We’re witnessing the birth of nostalgia Heaviness moves with us now Shoulders drooped a little Weary eyes looking at our feet We feel removed from…
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[244] Begin Again
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The fear starts with me turning into a manifestation of grief It grows into the zeitgeist of the decade electing puppets that know how to let it serve them The panic starts with me turning into a pilgrim of atheists who journey towards confusion which becomes a weapon for the headstrong mob The trust starts…
Smoke words every day. 