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| sci-fi-noise Jazz Hands  Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 283 |  Comments Appreciated!   |
| sci-fi-noise Jazz Hands Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 283 | One of my first poems I made a while back I made it when i was really bored it's kind of random. _________________________ Parlance In this town of façade hear it, But can’t feel it not today believe it but don’t live it Today say it but not fake it. Origami souls on the verge of Vengeance, without a break, it’ll come out from hiding In the corners of the alter It slithers into....... |
| sci-fi-noise Jazz Hands Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 283 | Prescient Metaphor: _________--_______- _ -- Addiction to daydream solutions for lone reality… Bilingual family expectations want the perfection of individual soul adaptations void of the hearts purpose a minority greater then the reality an outer connection through internal belongings sole scraped down from top adoration Whisper the inner chaos Cry out to understand the hidden cartilage in the heart Mummified memories that never live up to the current stature A million miles away from an hour ago Blinded by the currant of information An attempt to highlight old thoughts that never came. |
| sci-fi-noise Jazz Hands Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 283 | parts of "Presient Metaphor" turned into another meaning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Document for Genicide ______________________ Human documentation restrictions of freedom for race bias satisfaction control through the generalization race status stance before social rights poverty salvaged by outer condolences Addiction to daydream solutions for reality. bilingual family expectations want the perfection of soul adaptations a minority greater then the reality an outer connection through internal belongings sole scraped down from top adoration void of the hearts purpose The minority for the greater opportunity Suicide for a greater life Courage overwhelmed by stalking Power fueled by paper restrictions Trains that carry success of the collective defeat Mummified memories that never live up to the current stature A million miles away from an hour ago Blinded the currant of information |
| sci-fi-noise Jazz Hands Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 283 | Paper Technicalities ==================== Handful of the gruesome fate fed to you By the cleptmatic escape. In the rows that stand before the stanza All rights are thrown through the circa In the end form far the river In the dark of that letter He finds that of the roar in the depths of unjust clutter Black veils fly Smothering all that was once the binding of that future Fell through the roof of the hidden Passion from that of the Rimming counterculture Overflowing is the face production Walking into claustrophobic indications paint of the pain that fallows wind on the homebuilt from dissected paper technicalities on this you will find the holy shrine connected by concertina wire wobbly dirt path shrinking way worth veins containing ejaculated emotions taken by the feel of collective sun settings longing call coming from the imaginary belongings stone banked worm conclusions |
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