

LessonThe beast we bore Becomes demanding Ever spreading wires Choke our home Like the ivy that will not grow here Blindly intelligent, A genius born disfigured Smooth metal Covers inner visionLesson
No reverence, no honour For those who gave it birth We are suffered to live, No more Our palms bleed, Red-handed we grip Our midwive's tool's Slick plastic handles
Unsleeping Driven by the guilt of responsability We tear at the electrical arteries That feed This unbeating heart Compounding our shame While und


ErosionHow much can I lose before I disintigrate?Erosion
How many peices of myself can I bury before my hands are too weak to hold the shovel?
Thousands of lies. Only one truth.
How can I be free when truth looks just like every other lie?
I've played with this fire before. Burn with the scars of proof. This time is different. This time I will not be deterred. I laugh with blackened throat, fall deeper, watching webs ignite, disappear like the mirages that stalk my dreams.


The Final Curedreams of the end humans living in the tunnels of rats and a generation that will live without seeing the sunThe Final Cure
cities under the sea a million gas masks mass exodus mass extinction
in my dreams clouds burn in skies the colour of falling ash
killing in the name of immortality guilt for all the sins I can't help but commit
while the ceiling of the world burns like love smokes like madness our nest of matches overflows


Fallingdrops of clarity we are not the rainmakers children building forts declaring themselves gods unable to ease our pain skinned knees kissed better pointless panacaea healing more than ointments and gauze when nothing has meaning insignificance revels in the cold air sticks out aFalling
tongue of empty promises tastes clarity like acid rain turning blue, truth can't stop laughing at piles of pillows that claw the sky
Nice to see you again
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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
Sylvia Plath
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Can you feel my LoveBuzz?
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I am exactly what
you think Im not!
one day in the life of me:
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