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the train of thought
pulled through the wastelands of life
powered by a steam engine extraordinaire
incapable of accepting defeat or
surrender
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Sestra – will we ever be family again; I sigh
Sestra – you were the normal one; tick tock
Sestra – you followed the rules; acted sane
Sestra – you fooled no one; but mother
Sestra – will you ever come home; again
Sestra – do you feel; the responsibility
Sestra – I feel; lost again
Sestra – I want; nothing here
Sestra – I am; no longer good
Sestra – what is the point
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Dank u wel
Satan Supplied Seven Sweet Sickly Songs
Dank u wel – I say
Beneath our midnight moon of horrors
Dank u wel – I say
Partaking in fires lowly dancing
Dank u wel – I say
Satan supplied us, then left us standing
Dank u wel – I say
To fend for our own survival
Dank u wel – I say
Singing songs of freedom,
Singing songs of joy,
Singing songs of praise,
Dank u wel – I say
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0x7D0 words to evaluate
to what extent the human kind
reflects before choosing leisurely pursuits
reflects on flourishing as human beings
reflects on philosophers long deceased
understanding leisure the theme this week
hail procrastination; hail the power of delay
hail the coming of the end; I say
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I play video games
from born to die she calls
a paradise for two expressed
yet alone I stand
yet alone I sit
among my own debris
awaiting a sanctimonious call
from a god almighty
from a god all-knowing
wanting merely to know
why
my score is so low
the reasons for my struggles
and the art of Jaysome
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There are only seven days remaining,
two thousand words unwritten still,
an empty page does greet my eyes,
this morning as did yesterday’s
.
To what end will my skills suffice,
to pass the hurdle of endless drafts,
to please my tutor; though marking not,
this my best of works; my crowning glory
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A vivid pictorial of sorts
My headstone covered in moss
I long to rest between shadows of four
Among trees; in the woodland cemetery
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Watching my brethren
Hearing their voices
My voice
My silent voice
Reverberating
…
Watching my brethren
Hearing their torment
My torment
My silent torment
Reverberating
…
Watching my brethren
Hearing their selves
My self
My silent self
Illuminated
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LIES
I grabbed my pen
And started scribbling,
Doodling a scythe and
a Grim Reaper,
I turned to words
Expressing anger,
I twisted; I turned
And then fuck it,
I ripped the paper
Into a million pieces,
I took my lighter
And lit the ghost,
I fed my desire
Into the fire,
I chanted the words
So long forgotten,
Of revenge and
Butchering Barbie’s babies,
The bell tolled thrice
A death-knell sighing,
Sigh…
Sigh…
Sigh…
Forgetting this I can not do,
Forgiving this I will not do,
Yesterday’s Lie becomes
Today my sorrow,
Forlorn my life – foregone
Tomorrow