Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I’m gasping
Breathing wrong
Forget right
How to get air
And the panic that sets in
I’m drowning I can’t breathe I
Can still count the breaths
Five in five out
It’s all in my head
It’s all
On my chest
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Lost Luna
Struggling struggling
How do I say it?
Scared shitless I could die
When a glance passed past
Glistening glistening
Colours faded weak
Weekly days gone when time lost its limitless control
When what time who cares now here
Still here am I hidden?
Four walls
Inhaling sounds
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I want to go to a place where I can scream out
Loud into the empty and feel my lungs and heart
Aching with the effort to press and express
My need to hear myself speaking to feel
Alive
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Standing at the window watching a scene unfold
Knowing nothing
Seeing nothing
Contextless moments filled with the mind minding softly forward
A crash as revelation emerges
Unknowing knowingly incorrect knowings
Not one half of the story but the story so far from reality it shines in its own world
A split in reality
What happened
And what was seen
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Like you remembered to feel emotion
We left her there we put her there we left her
Behind cold brick and linoleum floors
Behind doors and there dogs there’s always dogs
We left her there
Can I undo it?
This desperate attempt to realise you didn’t cry
Until you remembered to cry
Why I went along with it
My insides screaming
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
But silent tread let’s go to
That’s heartbreaking you said
I was immediately stabbed in the chest
With the end
It could matter
It could
I want to believe in a world where they are believing in the silence of
The silent march like toy soldiers
Because she said so so it must be
Mommy dearest
Mommy said so so silently
No longer shall she tread
Truly madly deeply dearly departed
Might I pluck your thread again
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The hunger is eating at the corner of my eye
I can’t sleep
Can’t escape into the dream even though the dream will find him
It always finds him
The edge of the empty sword
Of being stabbed in the gut by emptiness
Coaxing a river of tears
I thought there was someone who could fill the emptiness not him left me
But the spot remains curiously empty
As empty as me
Where the wound is left gushing
Endless lost futures
Endless lost people
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