Painful Poetry
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Deprived, into believinga shield carriesyour discolored palette. Sunlight reins insmall specks of hope,telling you to dropwhat you’re holding out. It is your effortto begfor what refuses to beup front with you,to perceive your flawsfor you. No one shouldstand your groundfor you,while you weigh downtheir strength,even as a ghost. It’s another crimefor you to want themto…
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Help your cravingwhen you sensethat the missing parthas yet to be filled. You weren’t hereto be swallowed up.Instead, you cameto see yourselffollowed up. Into burning brush,gnarled wood,faces that will neverremember yours. The smoke has moreof your reflectionthan the mirrors. Count the days,until your agonycan’t be higher. What’s deletedyour innocence,has capturedyour insignificance. For you bend rules,just…
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There’s one holefor a single key.You won’t wake upto the soundsof thunder,choosing to dreamto find your way. The path is just a trickle,if you can follow.It won’t mislead you,because it’s a routewith no end. Your state, like this,will keep you crippledagainst hope,choosing enduranceover strength. Melting in winter,frozen during summerwas because you prayedto be left alone.…
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A space to crawl,a room to be,far from where sympathysheds its momentaryresidue. From you,you drop all anchors,letting looseall manner of Hellyou’ve raised. A lie is your vowto deplete you intoforced safety. A dream is your realitywhere you fall upto be lost in clouds. It’s an instinct,born from fear’s release,to be concealedin earthen corners. Your deathis…
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Shed dropletsfrom an interiorfirestorm,watching for whoevermight come too closeto see whathas been dissolving. Through fear,you’ve burnedwhat must be droppedinto an abyss,into an earthen shelterfor a kiss. With no starlight,without youcoming out at night,you are screamingalways inside. Through sunsets,you’re losing waterat the world’s end,diving your timebetween blameand shame. Knowing this,these fracturesyou’re committed to,tells a storyyou want…
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Melt a frozen riverto let in another floating wordto boil you from inside. You won’t changewhen winter wanders byto bring downyour rising flame. It’s all smokewithout mirrors.You’ve gone blindto sensation.Where wounds exist,you rewrite themwith premature scars. Your breath could bea bold silver,if you could be stillto see your paceon its retreatinto blurred recognition. What you…
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You’re sharing sideswith the last biteof your conformity. You’re losing light,dreaming during dayfor the nightto welcome you backto count breaths. You see thunderwhere there shouldbe a guiding sunrise. You sense a stormon the approach,while you’re walkingover those tracksfrom behind. Take your pale extensionto impale it uponheaps of snow. You’ve long been alignedwith the sad natureof…
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Unfoldinglike blank pages,stirring during nightswhen forgivenessis just as colorless. Imagining a seato walk the miles,to not sink beneathlingering thoughts. Bound by beliefsthat hurt morethan what I can still see. Burned by what Ican still retrieve,even when I slumberunder falling rain. It’s all a battlefieldwhere stories are retold,fortunes are abandonedamong rotting flesh. I have come,crawling with a…
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Fragile partsbound without muchto provide purpose,to stick loyaltyto its desired shape. Fractures are an invitebecoming you to fallover that cliff,for you to plungeyour heartinto your mind. You never seeall that happensbehind you,where nighttimethrives on broken seams,distorted dreams. Fatal departure,one after another,loosens your sanitythrough its cure. You return,covered in tears,smothered in the safetythat darkness hears. One…
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Hope stirsin who you’ve seen,lacking their imagerythat the world treatsas invisible children,dressed in white. To you,they’ve surrendered,just as youenter their sceneryto fill their riverswith contentsfrom broken dams. You’re weepingtheir overdue tears,raining through their rest,or when they’re awareof their breath. You’re their piecesto rebuild,with hands that bleed,with a face that smilesfor someone unseen. But what you…
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There are scars,the evidence of usfalling apart. There are pieces,leftover from whenwe wanted this. We were buriedunder repeated words,unending rain,our excuses to separatethat first kissfrom the final twist. We were too securein our wounds,idling while we bledto see if our bodies,at their melting point,can be a guide. What falls from Heavenis a slice of ourunkind…
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Trapped in somethingmore spontaneous,than what endedin heartbeatsafter a heartbeat. Fingers tremble,a face swellsinto a state of symphonywhere sadness eliminatesbetter execution. I’m become eclipsedfrom a strange placeto a stranger world. I’ve become entangledin bedsheets,stained in claw marks. Having to burywhat I can’t bring upwith words that sputteras leftover fuelfor a life that resistsinspection. Under an oceanic…
