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A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
