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Process in past tense Manifest in quotation “I loved you” Reply “I let you go” Regrets regrets regrets
by ~EmpathyFlux
cAMP InhibitioncAMP inhibition, gut ambitions surface (as) Weary nostalgia (creates)cAMP Inhibition
Insomniac condition (manifests) Emerging renditions of manic expression (force) Open my soul to my mind...
(weary weary weary, what makes me so sad and dreary?)
And my mind tries to ignore (ignore ignore, forget!) What else can be done when your soul disregards (how can I forget?) The past and its consequence (I can't forget...)
by ~EmpathyFlux
Lethargic LeavesImagine a musty darkened world, rotting leaves spread every which way. Knee deep, I wade through the decay, mind clogged, heart weary, soul heavy. All I want is a taste of fresh air. Every breath brings in the stink of death, and I’m tired of it. I’ve grown lethargic, and this landscape is only the reflection of my mind.Lethargic Leaves
You’re voice rings in my head, and all I can hear is your soft tones. All I want is you. Looking down at my feet, I see a glisten through the decay, and at that moment I know. Break through the lethargy and I’ll find your beautiful face. Long forgotten energy starts to flow through my veins,
by ~EmpathyFlux
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TRIGGER Every time I think of it now, I shudder. I can’t pick up the phone without knowing who it is on the other line. But most of all, I can’t bear to hear his voice anymore—even after all the times when I loved to listen to him speak . . . Back then, he was wonderful. I used to watch him standing at the podium with the light of the spotlight shining off his hair and the way he spoke—God, it was like a dream! He looked like Martin Luther King up there on that altar telling us about the things that he knew. You see, when Steven wasTRIGGER
by ~Psychedelic-joi
NEVER AGAIN.Once maybe Everything was fragile From the girls in their skirts With their porcelain legs To the decadent silence ofNEVER AGAIN.
Country farms...
Nothing Here.
Maybe the men in their
Rag-worn coats With their flop-brimmed hats Would once in a great while Stand on the porch With their hands braced against the door And chat quietly of foriegn troubles. Quietly! So the women don't hear--!
Maybe once the world
Was deaf, but-- NEVER AGAIN.
There was blood at the school
with t
by ~Psychedelic-joi
...Story of My Life-- Part IMy life to date is bred From a thousand misgivings Fear scraps fed to junkyard dogs And heartily consumed in Open dripping jaws. Everyday I stretch off a chain metal fence And explode off the lines white hot and...Story of My Life-- Part I
Snarling towards the
Finish.
by ~Psychedelic-joi
BRAINBRAIN ___________ _______BRAIN
My brain is an empty bottle Plastic and fogged from the heat A faded label sags from my belly And marks me as Human
There is an expiration date on my soul That only God can read
Sometimes I come Uncapped
And everything comes spilling out
When I go on empty— It takes another To fill me up
And fix my brain
by ~Psychedelic-joi
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- Current Residence: Blacksburg, VA
- Personal Quote: Charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question.
- Tools of the Trade: My crazy mind + a pencil
- Email: sahilsan@gmail.com
- AIM: EwokLuc
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