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Stitched Into Conformity
You skim past traffic lights, unshaken by car crashes, Ride countless roller coasters, seeking any sensation. You wait for the window’s reflection to reveal your purpose, Meticulously practising to perfect mediocrity, Becoming the playtoy of democracy’s skilled puppeteer, You conform to culture stitching your skin into its fabric Hoping to rest peacefully in a grave…
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When You Die
CW: Disturbing When you die and get buried underground, your still, lifeless face will gaze up at your loved ones as they cry and mourn their loss. Some will cry for months and months on end, while others will feel immobilized, frozen because they simply cannot feel sadness or sorrow. As time goes on,…
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Missed Calls
Would we ever meet again? I know that we disagree, but one day, can we See each other again, after— —A lot of things could happen, That day, I don’t think was meant to be It’s better this way. _______ Repeated ringing. The dull beat of a phone attacks, merciless as ever. …
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Prometheus
Our being is a harlequin, Shackled to Caucasus. It matters not time nor era, The mountain’s peak, our eternal rest, Where the cycle of infinity ignites into progress Again, and again, without an end. For a mountainous expanse, Of overflowing feed Or perhaps in a trance, From that irresistible greed Our swinelike…
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Paradoxical Beliefs
We talk, 1 hour on the intricacies of the olive oil making process, Tomorrow I’ll forget your name, isn’t that how it is? it all comes and goes, The mail comes one day, red and important stamped with the ministry of justice, Turns out you have a speeding ticket; the bill…
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There’s No End To That
“So.” Darian crossed his arms. “You’re leaving.” “I’m aware.” Lou remarked dryly, and turned, as if she would leave right then and there. “Wait!” He blurted out, and she paused but didn’t turn back around, and for a few horrifying seconds he thought she would ignore him and keep wading through the long…
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Wasted Opportunity
Beep Beep Beep Snooze? My alarm goes off for the second time. The haunting sound ringing in my ears, ruining the peaceful haven of my dreams – silent, serene and still. I get up and ready to go to school, zoning out as I brush my teeth and stare at…
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7 a.m
There are an infinite amount of things to despise about life. However, traffic easily takes its place in the top five. I sat there; one with the snake of scales made of cool, pale-from-sun-burn metal lying flat on its stomach, refusing to move—almost as if it was the thin paper refusing to let…