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Death calls upon us, in chains and misery.
Sifting through pain and calamity.
Raining down in waves, bleeding chaos.
Is there anyone left to save us?
Nightmares plague our every walking reality,
Blending whats real with make believe.
Impossible for justice to leave its fair mark,
Leaving us in guilt, alone in the dark.
Upon nights uneven strike we cry out in despair,
But for a single life left ever in disrepair.
Upon the demons hands we cannot hope to face,
Pull us ever down to take their place.
While they roam free destroying all we have built,
Leaving us companion to our gutless guilt.
For not one of us stood and defied their number,
Henceforth eternal hell in silent slumber.
Sifting through pain and calamity.
Raining down in waves, bleeding chaos.
Is there anyone left to save us?
Nightmares plague our every walking reality,
Blending whats real with make believe.
Impossible for justice to leave its fair mark,
Leaving us in guilt, alone in the dark.
Upon nights uneven strike we cry out in despair,
But for a single life left ever in disrepair.
Upon the demons hands we cannot hope to face,
Pull us ever down to take their place.
While they roam free destroying all we have built,
Leaving us companion to our gutless guilt.
For not one of us stood and defied their number,
Henceforth eternal hell in silent slumber.
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it feels like a snow angel has fallen a dog had barked at a rat and the rat grew wings and she she laughed because she’d had icicles in her throat and a guitar instead of a heart valve sometimes i remember of how the autumn rain pulsated on her lip but just like any other season she disappeared as well and the colour the colour she took with her it froze every god damned memory
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I met a reflection of myself recently-- Almost as if peering into a pond. My doppelganger peered back at me sheepishly. This version is from an alternate universe-- But thinks similar to me. Can I learn about myself from myself? I reached my hand inside the lake tentatively-- Fearfully, the hand on the other side reached back. A ripple tore through the water's surface. Space-time seemed to bend before my eyes. Neither here nor there, I waved at the wave. What unfolded before me was a cascade of emotion. I wept at the affinity displayed before me. I struggle to understand my own thoughts-- yet this apparition mirrored every trepidation. Is this a cognitive distortion or reality? The answer requires a deep dive beneath the surface. I re-evaluated what lies within the curiosity. A pull of gravity displaced my tension. Two forces of equivalence should repel one another. I know that much is certain. Yet, somehow, my wish to understand myself is magnetic.
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Flufftober Wilkercest 2023 [One-shot VI]
One-shot VI: Love letters. "Siempre pensaré en ti. Paso todos los días pensando en ti." Malcolm miro esa nota con mucha atención, casi como si quisiera analizarla, sonreía cada vez que leía palabras así, su corazón latía aceleradamente, sus mejillas se sonrojaban un poco y sus amigos Krelboynes lo observaban con intriga y curiosidad. Esa era una razón para alegrarse, Dabney y Lloyd estaban sonriendo al igual que Cynthia y Stevie quienes lo festejaban varios metros de distancia. Sin embargo, la nota siempre permanecía en el anonimato, como si la persona que la escribió no quisiera revelar su nombre, no sería la primera ni la última nota que Malcolm recibía, durante todo el semestre esas notas habían estado siempre presentes: en su casillero, entre los libros de texto, en su mochila, dentro de su ropa y hasta un avión de papel entró por la ventana de uno de los salones de clases cuando se quedó a ayudar en una de las actividades extraescolares. Cada nota que recibía y leía contenía
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I have to admit that when it comes to poetry, I am not easily impressed... but your writing is simply fantastic... You are a true and rare talent! Brilliant writing.