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life lessons unlearnedshe cant keep the rage from piling up and toppling every other day a mountain of papers written on in red of every hate word that could possibly be saidlife lessons unlearned
some would suggest management she would shrug her shoulders and simply demand solutions not hers, no, not this time these particular days she lay snow white of blame at least those with unclouded
eyes, saw it that way
she had a tendency to worry not many knew that it kept her up at night untill the light started peeling away the darkness in the sky it twisted
by ~crackedmirror
EffigyHeavenwards, besotted eyes caught. A shiver of dread catching a steel inforced spine. Brought humble, ink stained well intentioned fingertips. An ancient struggle for more than a lackluster song.Effigy
Escape Bleed And Surrender
When the voices get to high, a church bell ringing upon a rotted mind. Cerebral disease shattered and frayed the delicate incisors and my tongues quick bite.
Caustic creations of unknown entreaties and abstract form of self expression, the eyes are weary and falling. Unaware of the scampering flow of thoughts.
Im alone.
And you can always tell, des
by ~crackedmirror
Among the wrathThrough bitter wind and bitter sand-- a drop of pearl, seeded -ran Depthless black, Through waters shimmer needless gleaming, burning, screaming infantile fire--- un-engorged simplicity among the wrath of ancient godsAmong the wrath
Beneath the fury of his breath lies, unintentioned, and well knnown, symphonies of captured foes
A simplistic course of action, follows; when left alone with corpses falling and sins begin the gentle descent towar
by ~crackedmirror
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the sun is birthedSilhouetted footsteps parade the twilight with stampeding, unrelenting fury; and, she sits at home on her bed praying that tomorrow is a fictitious substance someone drugged her with. For, until the sun is birthed, the mother cannot truly live.the sun is birthed
She contemplates this obscurity with leaden eyes, pulling her attitude into cynicism, and she is laden with the belief that life is never-ending. She is a child weak with happiness until this time. She has so long until its birth.
by ~lackingrealism
Hey, It's Crackie Again...
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