"Oh well, maybe next time"
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I need this to happen quickly. Whatever will put me away - lock me inside a wooden box, forever entrapped and hidden. Dark, cold, in a stasis I shall never wake. Maybe this is how I wanted it to be since the first time I opened my eyes, since my skin felt the uneven air around me. Ever since body and m » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
There’s a tug at my jeans, I look down And there’s me But with a mind so small Echoing a plea "Don’t let them leave me, please don’t let them change” The idea of a » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Is my life a cautionary tale? A reminder of a life that people tell themselves to avoid. For whatever comes out of my mouth is coated in layers of remorse and failure. This hidden cabin is alive, coursing with alcohol, laughter and all the other ingredients that have created modern society. For a few days I feel once again, young. Alive. A part of something not inorganic, a beating heart. Several... » Continue Reading
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Category: Blogging
07.03. 2025 Someone so profound to you, affection that shatters your own reflection Someone that makes me doubt my own sight, touch and feel of my existence Making the act of "love" feel like a shotgun to the temple There is no difference in this round, between the locked eyes of a hunter and a deer Palpable silence between two beating hearts One will love the other beyond death, and one will sac... » Continue Reading
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Category: Blogging
25.2 Hello world. My small absence has been cast upon me through a very demanding, labor-intensive job with even longer hours. Luckily the staff and other employees are all wonderful people. Very kind and friendly across the board. An easy commute, to compensate for the lackluster pay, but the company makes up for the intense work. Call it a psuedo-warehouse job - I call it just bearable enough f... » Continue Reading
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Category: Art and Photography
They are like moons, the gravitational pull weakens, and I watch each planet float back into the infinite dark. Nothing was ever mine forever, but sometimes I wish it so. A galaxy emptier by the day. I am only to wait patiently for the next cosmos to collide with me. I am closing another chapter in my life and thus leaving my small ecosystem » Continue Reading
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Category: Blogging
Transporting myself to my other home, I open my eyes to the sound of an empty room. body{ background-color: #000 !important; background-attachment: FIXED !important; background-repeat: REPEAT !important; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; filter: sepia(50%); } main { background-color: #111; color: white; border-left: 2px solid white; bor » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I do not wish to move forward Blistered heels made of wood Coated by the desert sand, grains and grains Charred with the bone dust of a child long forgotten All the water drained, black in color By the drought of a 1000 days How many days in the months Did I want to be here? I need to see the sun again But oh, the night only lasts forever My eyes are covered in that dirty cloth rag Someone is t... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Every breath feels like the one before a dive. I clutch my skin, I can feel something growling again. There's a muzzle with rows of teeth, something snarling again. Some kind of... anger? Hatred? An emotion I've sworn since childhood to never act upon. I have the tools to make a fire, but I'm scared of the shadows that I'll see in its light. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
- Oh, the journey will be long and far. Don’t you love the feeling of your own putrid mind? Don’t you love the feeling of being a speck in an ocean without end? Think about what’s beyond the veil, what awaits us when you did. And here you are He chortles, a frothy sound - Lying awake wondering how to escape from your own prison, your own walls and barely enough strength to force food down your th... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I have an addiction to feeling pain. I desire the pity that pours through open graves, the coddling of a child with its first wound. I will admit now that my head feeds off of a rich, tender love found in between the hospital beds. Love that is laced with bleach and copper. Love that is whispered at the edge of nothingness. Forever choosing the role of victim, never the victor, never the » Continue Reading
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Category: Art and Photography
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