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My heart is dressed in rags and tatters
Nothing truly matters
Nothing at all
I've been shaken like a doll
Broken to pieces as I fall
Even deeper into the hurt
All you feel is a little discomfort
While I get to use all my effort
Just to survive
Confusion takes you, but why?
Isn't it obvious you're the reason I cry?
But go on, nevertheless
This is insanity, this is madness!
He's no longer mine to possess
He's all yours, princess.
Nothing truly matters
Nothing at all
I've been shaken like a doll
Broken to pieces as I fall
Even deeper into the hurt
All you feel is a little discomfort
While I get to use all my effort
Just to survive
Confusion takes you, but why?
Isn't it obvious you're the reason I cry?
But go on, nevertheless
This is insanity, this is madness!
He's no longer mine to possess
He's all yours, princess.
Literature
Fiction Within Reality
When I was little my father took me to a family reunion at my great uncle's house. Honestly, I don't recall him being all that great, but people still refer to him as such, so I must have missed something. There were many people there I didn't know, and probably haven't seen since. They didn't leave much of an impression, so I may have bumped into them later in life and not even realized it.
The thing I do remember was the house itself. Up until that point in my short life, I had never been in a house that large and elaborately decorated. It was very old and had accumulated a wide variety of artwork and antiques in it's history. Appare
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
Creative Process
Cause to react-
self induced. slightly neurotic. self indulgent.
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deep and nice gentle flow of words...good work! 