20:131 A lake of ice separating everything, anything. Chip at the thick, frozen water to form cracks, signs, evidence you are trying. Trapped beneath, unable to breathe, chip, bang, struggle to the surface… Or, is it, in fact, you’re already above, and chipping to get below? Pause, hesitate, unable to decide. Identify where you are,Continue reading “Poem idea”
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20:127 Releasing the kindness encased within, touching skin like a snowflake and melting into hope. 20:129 Clinging to some jumbled phrases, shaping them into meaning. Is this helping? Or highlighting something that should have stayed buried, and stomped beneath the dirt. 20:130 Pressure, you can’t fail or you’ll be weeded out, forgotten, gone.
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20:126 The world is ending, and people still won’t help themselves. They are too set in their ways. They will complain, resist, until they choke and sink forever. 20:127 Releasing the kindness encased within, touching skin like a snowflake and melting into hope.
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20:125 Would you go back and change it, if you could, that moment you recall with embarrassment? Would it change how you feel? Would it change the core of you? Who would you be? Are you even you anymore, without the mistakes and lessons that shaped you. No, I wouldn’t change it.
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20:123 Nature creates its smoke signals, desperate for a responding call. 20:124 Murdered flesh cooked to create my amusement on a fork, a thoughtless smile gazing at your corpse.
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20:122 Boots in bed, armoured feet ready to defend their territory, their sanity. Kick out at anything, everything. Friendly or an enemy? Who knows, who cares, they’ve never come close enough to know.
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20:121 Five years of absence. A week too late to notice. Those meaningless little gestures you never even considered are suddenly gone, and your days spiral into chaos without their comfort. How to get them back? Too late. Appreciate, or feel their absence. You cannot claim them back.
Fairy tale poem idea
Based off The Princess and the Pea, with a twist. 20:120 A real princess indeed. She can never sleep, never rest with her pained back, sides, front. Even a pea bruises her, that’s what they say. Her downcast look was shyness, the ideal female disposition. It was fine. Except… Those bags under her eyes wouldContinue reading “Fairy tale poem idea”
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20:119 A way of coping turns against you as a wave of pointlessness engulfs you. What is the point? Will it make a difference? Will anyone notice you, notice your desperate struggle to stop the inevitable.
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20:118 Bridge to my sanity formed by desperate words scribbled on a piece of paper, any paper. Or perhaps a wall would be better, painted bold for all to see, unable to avoid. I am here. I feel these awful things. Don’t ignore me, don’t ignore yourself.
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