Scribbled Thoughts

20:11

Heirloom of life

draining power,

a legacy of sacrifice

and redemption.

Feel your line

end forever, but

save the future

of those who

will forget you.

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20:12

Melted bones sink

into a puddle of

content, bubbles of

happiness popping on

the surface, filling the

atmosphere with life,

and love.

20:10

Conveniently selected

charity, executed at

the moment people

can see and coo at

your generosity. The

receiver has no choice

but to smile and be

grateful, knowing next

time, when no one is

near, nothing will be

offered, but others

will assume help was

given…so why are

they still so bitter?

Be happy,

be grateful.

(These ones are inspired by Final Fantasy VII)

20:8

Years of poison

confusing my mind

and personality.

Toxic overload

muddling my

existence, hero

worship becoming

my reality.

Who was I?

Who are you?

Strike a pose

and play it cool.

This is my life now.

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20:9

Pot of greed,

your one existence

to demand they

bathe you in

luxury and bliss.

Then, you will

happily be killed,

knowing that for

a few moments

you had enjoyed

their hard-earned

items instead of

them. Was it

worth it?

20:6

Forest of isolation,

both a prison

and nursery.

Child born of

violence, still

loved for his

potential. Protectors

will come and fade

away, but the forest’s

ground will always

remain. A solid

foundation he

can trust.

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20:7

A small fortune

absently placed

in a pocket…

and forgotten, until

life’s dirt encases

it with ink, staining

it with a reminder,

no one can escape

the everyday

corruption of being

human.

20:4

Attempt to spark

creativity while

hands are stuck

on factory settings,

proof of intellect

behind the monotone

of repetition.

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20:5

On ordinary, normal

days, take a moment

to bask in their

presence, no words

needed to hear them,

to know them,

to love them.

Everyday life continues,

but that feeling

lasts every moment,

able to carry you

through anything,

through everything.

20:3

Distance of time

an obstacle between us,

destiny denied

with age and

circumstance. My

heart will always

hold a place for

you. Impossible though

we are, a smile

will always find my

lips, when thoughts

of you wander into

being.

20:2

Jigsaw pieces made of flesh,

do they still fit to form

one person?

Do they remember desire

and love?

Jigsaw of the dead,

shapes unknown, some

pieces missing. The

knowledge to see the

final picture is beyond

those with warmth

and breath.

20:1

New year, new hope,

new goals to declare

and strive for.

Will you be a

new you by the

end? Or will you

sigh, pout and

sit back in your

comfort zone?

19:98

Grounded bird with

no purpose. Wings

a heavy ornament

weighing down your

back. Gaze up

at the world denied

you, and cry

out for anyone

to hear. Maybe

a predator will

come to end

your misery.

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19:99

Constant companion

of pain and fear,

ready to boost their

efforts, with a tag-

team no one can

defeat. Self-hatred

and despair follow

close behind, ready

to feed on the

resistance that may

be left. What is

this deadly foe?

Helplessness.

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19:100

Trade your passion

for comfort, determination

for the easy road.

Do you turn around

and glance back at

that possibility? Or

do you continue

on, no regrets,

until it’s impossible

to ignite a spark?