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Thunder
During times like these All I wish for Is to melt into my novels Drip like syrup Into each word
I’ve decided To construct my own heaven My library, a garden
A studio Lined with Elvis posters Stacked with records Vinyl, 80’s spirit
The past, the present We belong to the words we say together.
We belong to the light We belong to the thunder.
Let us read Together.
Let’s Melt Together.
- M.S.P
Lazarus
Sometimes it takes a book, a movie a friend to realise you’re in pain.
Days, weeks, months of covering up a blood spouting scarred tear of your breaking heart.
It takes just a moment to see, the truth.
But then it disappears again.
Like the flashing silver of a spinning coin.
Keep those eyes wide open Don’t slip Awaken.
The Wondrous Places
After all this time, I’ve begun to wonder if it’s worth all the stress - thinking, writing, pursuing.
I know that’s probably my sick-self weighing me down - but today I feel defeated.
Maybe I’m doing too much at one time. I’ve quit feeling alone, since it’s just my own self-importance
telling me, no one else feels the same.
But at the same time I feel wound up, like I’m about to cop maximum impact from a grand piano
Falling from the sky.
Or from a hail stone, the size of a truck colliding with my skull.
It’s days like these, that make certain in my life, I could never be a Philosopher.
All that thinking? no thanks. As a person entering her 20’s I have enough to think about
A future to daydream. Dreams to comb through. Books to read. Places to fantasise of.
Time. We all want more.
Ghosts
Sometimes we see things Apparitions from our past Memories in slow motion How do we react? You decide what happens next. It's all up to You.
Chances
The first thing I noticed
The very first thing Were his eyes
Yes, it’s cliche The utmost unoriginal
Line in all
History
But it’s true
My Pleasure
I have to trust less often
learn to swallow my lust for your fingertips rip my irises from your obsidians train my focus on reality do you want me? or the pleasure you get from me? such big questions, such little time tell me, scream, shout, squeal!
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