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[451] The Nostalgic Illness
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Disappearing dreams on the edgesof fluttering rotting pages under nimbus cloudsNostradamus rains all his telic propheciesof lost potential when the mind is illCan you try understanding simplicityin all its puzzling complexity ordoes the mind need a substance for it cannot articulate its own diseaseMeditative care or empathyand the presence of mind I am present here…
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[450] The Grateful Undead
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Chronic illness of dancing starsSupernova tirednessfinds us detached from lifeStorms scare the little resolve of the undeadDisconcerted efforts all to keep insanity at bayDrained of whiteI discover a new vocabularythat survival teachesto the ones left alive Painting by Frank Kelly Freas
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[449] The Ages of Man
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Every way that anyonehas tried to show me always ended up in a cul de sac Feverish intensitiesBurnt out cavalryEmotional fallacies I retrace my stepstake a left from the bush of ignoranceand a right from whenever I felt right Pride can lead to vanity and I neededto reach a zone outside of my comfortThe haven…
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[448] The End of Our Beginning
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The birth of the world and its dying echocan be heard in a shellLike that, I try to find the beginning of our endin the silence you left behindI lied when I told youthe first time we talkedwas the first time we metwhen I saw you every day sipping your morning cup through the cafe…
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[447] The Potential In You
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I mask a mask of survival that has overstayed its welcome likedrizzle after a stormThe mask is a shapeshifteran excuse spitter, so naturallyit dreads questions that revealits truest nature, so I dare askWhat do you fear to admit?How deep is your survivors’ guilt?What disappointments do you hide?What memory do you block through denial?Does grief stop…
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[446] The Same Old Song
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Up again I fear admitting that I can admit fear Elongated status quo misery to not admit the misery of my psycheRationale finds me conveniently when habit is found to be absentminded Days flow in a daze Time passes me mesmerisedIn an imprisoning loop of an infinite laughter So I give in… to… sleep. Up…
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[445] The Puppeteer Falls
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How does the common man end up fighting for common air,and grapple for basic necessities provided by conscious comedians When wide-eyed puppeteers find their neatly held strings laceratedtheir grip on their ivory throne dismally tightens seeing our widening eyes gasping… for a mere breath NaPoWriMo Day 26: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write…
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[289] Present as Past
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As time goes on Your spoken sentences break and find haven in my mind as singular words Your whole body language turns to quirks as i become a blank canvas in the presence of you When i’m not beside you i spot stars like you did I count them all like you did I call…
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[281] New Ending/Beginning
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I wrote small words before I met her Now I find myself writing them in the grandest of strokes She salvages all my crumpled paper mistakes and glues them back together to reveal an exhibition of my improvement She made me understand that silences don’t necessarily need distraction but sometimes it just needs listening She…
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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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[242] The Generation of Change
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We are a blank slate generation with electric appetite for honesty Self conscious insecurity Extroverted brutality We come with no baggage of history only a disconnect with reality Imagination is stretched afar We wish we were born in a different age To breathe life into our sweet nothings We wish you were born in a…
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[239] A New Path
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I sit on my desk and interrogate life I demand answers for questions not asked I expect the truth but I don’t know its form Blinded by my own self I cry without feeling I scream without weeping and I die without living By standing on the shoulders of all the giants before me my…
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[236] Tragedy of a Digital Life (NaPoWriMo 4/30)
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Digital sun is burning us away It’s holding our best selves in prison lost heartfelt letters, of all our memories images get distracted in this age of information December helps us from drowning from all our fears away from the digital sun Catching the graveyard of stars on top of a frozen lake until it’s…