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The Eternal Neon Labyrinth of Olde
In neon hues, a maze unfolds, a labyrinth of light, Where shadows dance in corners, veiling truth from sight. A cog, so small, yet vital, winds through this vibrant plight, A metaphor for life’s complex, ever-shifting fight…
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the blackened sea of eternal darkness; ye
The author describes a profound journey, capturing the essence of introspection and melancholy. Accompanied by a striking image, this piece invites readers into a surreal exploration of emotion and solitude under a star-studded sky, echoing the depths of the human psyche.
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Anew
… Now watch as the flower bud, from the depths of the darkened mud. Into something completely anew, finally claiming all those days back in lieu…
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mage de la métaphysique
anyone you see who seem to be spittin fires, comes along accompainied by the flaming choir. every instrument up in flames now all that the remains means to us is but another sacred day…
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weep
The perception of time can vary, feeling like an eternity or a mere instant, influenced by gravitational pull. Emotions intertwined with the passing moments, as reality blurs in the moonlit night.
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grape becomes raisin
The content delves into the speaker’s inner struggle with pleasure, pressure, and the pursuit of freedom. The individual grapples with the desire to resist sin, make sense of life’s challenges, and ultimately find freedom before the inevitability of death. The poem reflects on the passage of time and the search for spiritual connection.
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wwwwwired but tttttired
The content is a stream of consciousness that expresses a mix of intense emotions and philosophical musings. It references concepts of transformation, existential questioning, and a desire for extreme experiences. The author contemplates the nature of existence and seeks excitement beyond the mundane.
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unpathetic fallacy
they came from out of the rain. bringing but one thing with them; everlasting pain. they’ve infected my quill, my name, my pen. now all that’s excreted be a viscous, blood red…
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holy-macaroni cheese for dinner
mental clarity… or is this insanity? when all i feel is to condemn humanity, perhaps i can just manifest calamity…
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beauty of destruction
its a tragic reality that of which we abode. i ponder and wonder… why is it that fire rhymes with desire? why is destruction as beautiful as gold? for it shimmers so gently though roars so bold…
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