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Agonizing wake of a summer sea Setting down upon the breeze Feeling me, feeling this moment And I drop back into a haze of em… Repetition and repetition
When every day the turning sphere Advises below the trophosphere; I pen my thoughts with tools in mi… Soon enough we’re shown the tangle… ~C
Simple reflections of past blunder… A gentle breeze of radiant beauty… My heart races a mile a minute as… This happens every moment in which… One never thinks it will happen, b…
The journey of life continues down… Sometimes smooth, sometimes rough,… I have traveled down the road for… It is apparent that the road I am… Not a wall, but a fence which I c…
Riding on a pedal bike if asked a… I would have said my body’s sore f… And since Rosa kept her promise w… I know the anatomical term is name… It’s called a calf my friend excla…
If there was a way to stop the pai… I’d seek its shelter again and aga… If there was a way to end all the… I’d borrow its wisdom and add to m… No matter the ways in which I str…
Sasha my god you’ve left me alone… Despair drowning like a babe at se… Lost, yet found and nonconforming… Deep inside my head this makes abs… yet every filter is written off li…
Can you feel the breeze around the… Shuffling leaves and plagues and n… Across a dreamscape so quiet and s… Maybe I should warn her Danger lurks in places we stare
The clock struck twelve and Cinde… From the truth That all change was inevitable. Her prince doomed from the start To place petals and sparkling fine…
25 Sep 2014 Edition Reflecting on this camping trip Certain things make me flip. My mind, my view, my purview How many of them are certain to
This rap is a wrap before it’s wra… In actual form Because Tom. 23 Dec 23 ~C
I stared deep into those eyes of y… I wasn’t sure you’d catch my depth… And now you stand flabbergasted, a… And then when the thunder and the… I did something you couldn’t expec…
A quiet contemplative morose and s… Planted voids, ineptitude wide Followed a path once forgotten Lain before me by a reckless aband… Of tears and of shallow memories
If you thought you knew the fires… Deep within the recesses of my min… And if you thought you knew the fl… Then you aren’t truly aware Of that which I am about to say.
Last night I existed as A twilight’s avenging angel. Wandering the wilderness Existing in a state of bliss Confusion lending me its hand -