Tag: Fiction
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[389] Find Yourself to Find The World
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When the film stops playing and you’re left alone Nothing to guide you Nothing to fall back on I will be there when the credits playI will follow the lessons of war But who will save us from the ravaged souls They couldn’t find peace so they found wrath We can find enlightenment if we…
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[373] Muses of The Other World
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Make me believe in you I walk on a tightrope of faith andlosing belief All my thoughts are untrue All my decisions motivated by another step I fail to take It’s been a while since we met on the page You’ve been leading me to bliss Blindly following you, I smile alongCorrupt minds, fiery tongues…
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[370] How to Walk on Water
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Dementia of lightsDarkness makes it wayI carry my plight whereverI have been tonight Premonitions of Cassandraand my life is clear as the sunI know every step I have to taketo be able to walk on water Glaring crescent sunA brain fog on the waySomething feels amissBut I forget it anyway I venture into the seaI…
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[369] The Death of Ego
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Chase the high Find the light I’m a weary soul tumbling down I will be born again I will make mistakes Is it too late to call it off now? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. Stuck in an avalanche Burying beneath the past A snowy mirror reflecting a void avoiding the forgotten lake of time Deforestation…
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[362] No Nightmares/Over Now
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Amnesiac resolve to count the stars every nightTo wish her good morning every dayHer gifted cardigan fadesThe passionate red turns intoa lifeless citrus orange The space between us mirrors the expansion of the universeHer last attempt at reconciliationhaving an inverse effect on it allWe finally dream with no nightmares andlie down in ignorance ofthe death of a…
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[360] The Last Days of Night
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I engage in a spineless pursuit of truth Greedy eyes for a glimpse or two Turning away from the light I give in to the dark Underneath matter Overflowing abyss I feel nothing I see nothing I write
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[355] A New Life
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Vatic statements of my demiseas if somebody guided me through their own dreamsThe terrain of the road ahead unfamiliar and distantI kept the doomed utterances close to my heart Art became an expression of the emotions unsaidPoetry took the shape of what I couldn’t understandStories were conceived keeping her in mindLiving became light with you…
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[348] We’re All Alone
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Contradictions crash around hereHearing, an anomaly Time finds a way of flyingwhen silence is forgottenWhen it finds itself on a planet of great divideswhere attention is providedto the clouds of the worldwhich rains information downIt sucks up the earthIt sucks up the human soullike pain in a heartbreaklike colour from a paintingIt renders it a doom…
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[341] Rainy Days
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i create rain just so you can look out just so it can help you to finally look inward and find me there waiting for you
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[340] I am never here
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I invite discontent when I take myself seriously The stories in my head find my mundane reality unnerving They try to enliven it but can you change a mirage? Isn’t it easier to shape the stories than to change the essence of living itself