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quarrels marinated in expired words
yourfault/i'msorry/wish/youwere/gone,
couches that cough up dust when you
throw your hand against the cushion,
lay your head back, and breathe,
air, a coiling snake in your lungs,
crawling back out as carbon dioxide,
a home marinated in expired words,
pillows thrown against reflections
of what its dwellers never wanted to become.
yourfault/i'msorry/wish/youwere/gone,
couches that cough up dust when you
throw your hand against the cushion,
lay your head back, and breathe,
air, a coiling snake in your lungs,
crawling back out as carbon dioxide,
a home marinated in expired words,
pillows thrown against reflections
of what its dwellers never wanted to become.
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Am I Worthy?
Am I Worthy?
Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.
Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.
Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.
Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.
Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.
Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,
Atonement but can we just think for one moment…
That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.
To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.
Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.
And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.
But all these fa
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Reality Verses The Dream
Reality Verses The Dream.
Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.
I am embraced by the luminous clouds.
With the stars in reaching distance.
Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.
Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.
Observing the planets that stand like monuments.
This is the place where my body wants to be.
These are the sights my eyes want to see.
This is place where my mind can be free.
This is the only place where I can truly be me.
Now back to reality.
And the self perpetuating insanity.
Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.
Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.
How will I ever be a
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My Masquerade
~My Masquerade~
For the world I am displayed;
They always watch but cannot see
through my masquerade.
I feel every moment fly;
My heart is beating, pulse racing,
breath held as I lie.
My innocence I can't defend;
I know that surely this will linger
'til my very end.
I brought this all upon myself;
Mask upon mask, lie upon lie
like valueless wealth.
Dare I take these masks off – no!
My former self haunts me
everywhere I go.
False glory, false honor, false fame;
With all these masks I seem to have
forgotten my own name.
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Everyone fights sometime, I think it's part of a relationship. I love the writing in this.