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I try, and I try again...because persistence is a virtue, right?I try, and I keep on trying...because you have to, right?I try to control the madness ..
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Picture fog…
Grey, shifting, swirling.
A cloak of nebulous silver,
Between your eyes and the world.
All sounds are slightly dulled, gagged...
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Homo sapiens.The wise man.Is this what we are?
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My tranquility?I found itAmidst the chaos....
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I remember a day
when I was about six…
The day I saw the daffodil.
It was as yellow as a ripe lemon at the edges,
pale, and looking alm..
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For now there is a void inside me
But it’s a good void
It’s an absence of ouch
Because ouch has been there for too long
I welcome th..
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You made me
everything I knew I could be
You understood the person living within me
You helped me grow, and helped me know
And you gave me the con..
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The circus of the void
The deranged drama of defiance
The footrace for forever
Screaming our human rage at the dark
Masking our fear
In..
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The poetry of the dead
The eulogy of the living
Whispering below the conscious
More knowledge has died with them
Than will ever live in us..
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A cityscape.
A
long, straight road.
Seems
endless.
Identical.
Evenly
spaced pools of light
Silence.
Empty.
Rain
falls on noth..
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