There once..
..were greater heads involved in the sinister quest for stories to be told. more than my thought’s fruits can bear, more than emotional despair, from where? When? How it came to be, that we exist and blame that we.
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Dear Sentiment Analyst..
..you know my heart by heart! ❤️ My feelings are an open book to you, written with passion, but recited poorly. Everything that comes out of my neocortex stutters and my mouth mutters the gibberish which my limbs perform, hail the self awareness that matters until we don’t.
MoreSoulshine..
..polished, waxed, all dressed up, shining like a buttercup. Yellow and bright reflection in light, pigments to suns delight. There are these days, when you feel it.
MoreRelentless..
..is the thought, spills over and brought pictures from remote, where shine and glory softly Eludes. Covered in a shrine, lies boldly in disguise, truths exactly worn in time. Moments pierced lowly through your mind.
MoreGratuitious..
..in awe lies your mind bent and thrawn, yet your spirit survives all the tampering lies, as you have to reveal what is hidden to steal from its concealment in dark, ignite the fire – the spark, to bring back the sight of clairvoyance and light!
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Trudge..
..on darkest soil, go fierce and don’t recoil, only sludge were flowers once did grow, but victory is eager so, push limits storm the front, no human feelings now to you belong, in the end it all amounts, to sacrifice your youth to wounds. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori Only death is to […]
MoreAs cold as ice..
..does feels beneath my toes, as warm as the blood within me flows, the silent loudness in me grows and goes, then it’s only the void what you have left, unreclaimed and defined by its boundaries, as it gazes at you, sneaking up your bitter soul, you stare back and say no more.
MoreThe servant..
..this morning it pleased, the waft of mist released the land, from its rough grip and swiftly got revealed, what invisibly was concealed.
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