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My own skin feels
Like shackles on my bones
Cries erupt from my throat
My body quakes with
Too much
Too much
Emotions and words and unspoken
Truths and bitter cold
Needles and nails are hammered into me
Blow after blow after
Blow.
I stand, defeated.
It feels like there is no
Today, tomorrow, hope
Just this pain of
Open wounds and bleeding hearts.
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And just like that
I feel a little love bursting in my chest
For no one, for no one is here
But me
I feel love for me
And sometimes you forget you need this love
When you are surrounded by people who love you.
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It is a peculiar night.
I conversed with a faraway fish
Half milky half moody
She looks solemn my way.
I yearn for her to come to me
Rest on my fingers
Play with the tiny ink splashes of
Night in the spaces between.
I tell her of humans and ask her
About humanity which I sense lost.
Tiny sparks of stars send cold my way
They do not like me tonight
For I am a different me
Uncaring, uncombed, alone
My thoughts, a voice in shambles
Uttering what I can only
Feel. Hot and clingy like the
Unnatural sweat in the suffocating room
Without any outside
Air and moonlight.
Chocolate on my lips
Music in my ears
I talk to my only love
Who will soon forget me too.
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It is a peculiar night.
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~insight07
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My life brings me to the world.
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Crowds swallow me whole
I am but a morsel of a being
Flavour of anxious confusions
And contemplating hours.
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I almost made eye contact
With a stranger whose heart is
The exact size of mine.
I shared a thought with one
While he was peeking into my mind.
A woman almost slipped her food on my sleeping being
While talking about her ex to her unborn child.
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These stories could be true
They could be false
One truth remains
Crowds are crowds and they are there for a reason
Each person each story with a force behind them
Have come to this point
To stare at you as you
Read your borrowed book in an airport queue
To board an always delayed yet on time flight
To fly home into a reality that at the same time
Is the most convincing illusion
There ever will be.
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~insight07
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