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Would you set yourself ablaze just to find home again? Gasping for breath in the air of heavy disenchantment, they said, “Ignorance is bliss”.

But I’m in two minds On whether I’d forever live and die in a phantom world of ecstasy Or just adjust to this static?

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Soft kisses at sunrise

From a girl that gives you butterflies

Milk white thighs and drinking chai

Breathe in the hazy month of July.

Years pass in clouds, but angels do not stir.

Beings cease to die, the reaper turns blind- Naturally fate occurs.

You rub your eyes And realise, You’ve been asleep all this time

And all the things you fantasized about are curses in disguise.

Does my face give you chills?

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Somewhere by the sea

I think I might just stay behind In this worn out place, where the sun never seems to vacate the skies Reality becomes softened and somewhat numbed down And torment is soon to be fictitious.

This night is for hunting. I pursue and kill all that I was, but for who?

You sit down in the middle of the road, laugh a little, but choke back nothing at all. “Words are of no consequence when you don’t recall!” Throw your arm over someone’s shoulder, and become soulmates for a night Tell them your greatest tales and speak of the one’s you’d rewrite.

Does it chip away at your soul? Well, it extinguished mine.

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new/old/beauty/naivety (first draft- still working on it)

"Open your heart with a trusting hand, however bruised." An old man once said to me. “Fear will keep you from all that you are.”

I know of a beauty that my eyes can only see with intense discomfort. Unknowingly, it blinds. Raise a hand in a naive attempt to shield your eyes, and the light, evermore powerful, will innevitably spill through each crack in between your fingers, blinding you worse than before.

-more stanzas to be added-

We’re all young and innocent, Believing we’re omniscient Sticking to all we know, When really, all we know Hardly even scratches the surface.

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You feel yourself being sucked forward, torso first as if by a chord, arms swinging freely behind you, head tipped back, with your jaw up to the dark, dark sky.  You accelerate faster and faster, until time is just another plain blur.  Pain quietly sets in and takes the form of a dull humming undertone. You welcome the pain without resisting.  Although you are going at unimaginable speed, you begin to notice a sure yet gentle breeze brushing against your skin, as if life is attempting to catch ahold of you again.  It feels as though something is nagging at you, like a child tugging at your night gown. But you do not look down.  You fly higher, burning yourself out almost completely, and watch everything grow smaller until life is just a perfect little pin-prick on the surface of your consciousness, whilst your existence burns into smoke, until.. You let go.

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secrets:

rain trickles softly down the window like a whisper, as the gentle ghost of a cloud waits nearby. the forest outside is slightly distorted through the tiny trails of rain droplets, blurred but still beautiful. the world outside the window is the only world that exists at this particular moment, a quiet home to none but the sound of the rain pattering on the leaves and the ground, almost noiseless-  the creatures have gone back to their homes for now.  the earth breathes but the wind does not stir,  shy and almost soundless, it hides itself away when you listen,  almost as if it longs to tell you something, but has not yet found a silence quite fitting for its secrets to find your ears. 

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Prisoner of a fairytale that’s lost its magic,  I’m bound to my gravestone, my long-forgotten friend, Death, has innevitably caught up I tried to outrun time, But she beat me.

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(Untitled) I’m following you, searching for your trail, but only because I know no other way Footprints disappearing often but not completely. The shadows in the forest tell unwanted stories, I block them out though. Don’t lead me astray In this autumn darkness Soon-to-be winter, Chaos, whirl-wind of leaves Sweeping me off my feet

There are old love letters carved into trees and makeshift rope swings,  The occasional remains of a fire But no life, I’m beginning to lose my sense of presence, blending into the background Pray I don’t stumble and fall captive of the unholy gloom that chases me  —In the manner that I chase you.

Everything looks east as it does west And west as it does east A never-ending ring of terror, Holding me hostage

Have I passed the end of the Earth?