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Above the black, I'm trapped beneath the white.
Time slips away, past my distracted sight.
My mind, clusters all of my pain and my fright,
They tangle as one with life's cold endless night.

I reach for stars that used to guide, used to teach.
As I Begged for my cleansing while soaking in bleach.
I trusted in the magic of the moon, now I see.
It's nothing more than a rock, that I know I can't reach.

My Quantum perceptions, once clear as the day,
Elude from my vision, like dreams, they drift away.
Every feeling is just harsh. Each thought runs astray,
My body outlives the suffering my spirit's slow decay.

Hung swaying, for all to see, can't live a disguise.
My Agony is screaming, but at a deaf, silent sky.
Through fractured, foggy lenses, I see only hidden lies.
The cosmos entrapped behind the cage of my eyes.

Emotions do not live past the span of human life.
The universe continues, far past our demise,
To a divine destination. Our progress will be forgotten.
Emotions deemed redundant. Our egos will lay rotten.

All else has true purpose, even without eyes to see it.
Or emotions to feel it. Or belief to give it reason.  
No matter who believes it. Time lives, never freezes.
An endless puzzle shrouded by he, who designed the pieces.

I struggle just to get clean cause my demons are not leaving.
I have fought for a belief, to find there's nothing in believing.
Something stealing all the meaning and replacing it with feelings.
Terrored dreams keeping me screaming, pleading with the ceiling.
Wandering - through the deserts storm
For the breath - is mischievous - craving
"I comply" - prayer's false - sinks in flesh
Blissful kiss - lullabies' pace - is uneven
    Edging of dunes
    Under wind - martyr sings
    Primal scent - salty lips
    Shudder thrills - tracing hands
    Hips endow - shaking
        Drugged - with a truth
        In an oath - for the witness
        Sand is warm - reason thralled
        "Do forgive me"
I see what I do,

I walk toward it too,

I fly where I stitch the new.

In this eternal dream,
I wake.

Wake up.

Sounds become feels,

The chapter spins and reels,

I watch the scenery shift and peel,

Taking the weight of what it deals.

Wake up.

I begin to see,

A cage that begs to break free,

A silent plea caught endlessly
A dance with death,
a fleeing decree.

Wake up.

Is this real?

Nothing begins to feel.

The past bleeds into the future’s seal,

Bound to a fate I can’t repeal.

Wake up.

A S̵͖̉͝o̵̡̞͓̖͊̀́ư̶̛̺̻͛̽͂̋̈n̸̝̜̖̥̓̎̆̏ḓ̶̰̥̝͕̗̟̓͑́̾̃̈̋̿̏̑ͅ?

A bed of comfort found.

A pulse that hums beneath the ground.

Or is it not so round?

Ŷ̷͍͙͚̝̈́̆͂͐̚͝͝ö̷̩̳͙̯́̿͜ͅu̵̼̘̞̳̣̓͌͐̏̔̇’̶̢̹͛͑̀̍̈́̓̐͑̈͠r̴̈́̈́͆͌­̯̲̱͚̬͇̠̤̯̖̄́̊͗͋͝ė̶̟͎̭̱̓͆̋̈̾͐̈́̕ ̶̫͔̤̟̫̯̥͉́̾ǹ̷͍̉̅̓̓̆̃o̸̢͙͐̾t̴̥͆ ̷̘̖̰̯͖̘̙̂r̵̨̛̘͚̲̈̈ͅe̶͇̙̭̙̽͋͒͜ǎ̴͍̙͚̹͗͛̽̌͝l̶̤͖̇͋̽̆.̶͈̣̩̱̦̉̀̅̐̿̈́̉̚͠­̯̣͕̫
camps Apr 15
so you’ve found yourself lost again

the years are behind you
a sense of place or the thrill
fifth empire the reach
everlasting slowly fading
hooray for the glitter and the glamour

and what has been carved out
of flesh and concrete
to stake a claim in name or vision
the search for meaning
and now you’re caught

distraction
it’s the rows and rows and rows and rows
you stand with pride
without belonging
or has it always been there waiting

go ahead
it's your turn
me + nyc
R Spade Apr 13
The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
We've become friends overtime,
I tell her about the bottles and beer cans,
so lost I forget about the aches and pains.

She knows it's bad when I'm quiet.
I sit with the dark and listen to my sobs echo,
the rain can't drown out my thoughts.
The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.

Sometimes I go weeks without seeing her,
my identity drifts softly away with the tide.
Confused, I am too weak to find ground,
maybe it's best I cannot be saved.

The water leads me to my friend,
I shiver yet I cannot feel the cold.
She tells me that she's here for me,
the crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
Damocles Apr 2
…Barely      Breath.                    Lungs
             A                 Left     These.       God
                                         In                         Pl-
                                                             ­          Ea-
                                                             ­             Se  help me, I am too young to go_____
Well the attempt was to make a life monitor flatline, I need more line space Eliot! J/k I might scrap this…
Intimacy falls
flat on her face against hard
concrete. Window-pain

of the soul opened.
She leapt out-- into mid-air--
Smashing-- abstracted.

Is she alive? No
one caught her. Vulnerable
to asphalt - turned down.
3 consecutive, senyrūs form
AI Art Inspired by Poem: https://sora.com/g/gen_01jqt55gfdekgatr3f1t0rkgd2
Dom Mar 31
Cat-like in the way she sways
I am in awe of her-
Sensual little movements
Delicate confident strides
She wears a smile
Like contour-
Or
A
Ruby red lip.
Her eyes are emeralds
Piercing through atoms
Chasing souls like mice,
And with a glance -
I am caught in her claws, a toy.
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