I miss the way it was Back when skies had sun. light beaming down, clouds drifting through. Seeming so free. Grass stands so free in the breeze. Wind echoes through the hollow depths, cut out branches of our tree. Calling out like whispers of the waves in a shell – I know it is reaching out to me. I know you are. But it’s hard to respond.
Category: poetry
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I’m offended, by what you say with a needle through my brain
I say, it’s okay I’m not insane. I understand how it displays that way
Though, Scratching through my soul nothing ends the panic & distress
Stress will bury me. Lying in a shallow grave, as they pile the dirt over me. There’s no way out.
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So long searching
For scolding, shreds of simple stations
On the television, still contemplating sayings, scripts of crippling cravings
Stepped in a puddle, seen my reflection
Did not recognise which direction
To sink slowly, shrinking through contemplation.
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The Memory of you, so sweetly gazing through the window. Day dreaming, I always wondered what you were thinking. The memory of you, watching the clock everything done on the dot. The memory of your chocolate stash, the one I would have loved to snatch. The memory of you becoming so fragile and weak. I must admit it was hard to say goodbye, but I will always have my memory of you.
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Sowed together through the needle bloody, seemingly beating in a perfect rhythm. Edging on the empty sold out prism. He says ‘Present yourself’, but she never shows up. slowly each stitch starts to come apart.
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Look at the sun shine
Watch it burn
Away all of your pain
Symptoms of time
Life left unknown
Watching the sun burn till we’re blown
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The storage in my brain feels like it’s almost full. I process through all my negative thoughts, but I can’t delete a single one. Nothing about this is really any fun. Reliving every moment like sunburn from bathing in the sun.
Schizoreflective 