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The Passage of Time Destroys Indiscriminately
The hare goes pretty fast, running throughout the everglades. Wonder how long it can last before it’s stamina begins to fade. Sorry, what I meant to say is that my hair grows pretty fast. I get it all cut neatly one weekend then when just two measly weeks pass and it’s grown down to my…
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Torrent
I’m clouded by the current, My mind flooded by a torrent. I’m not able to form any retorts. I try to stream my thoughts, But they just fall right out of my ears. Coming from the place I hear Flows something akin to tears. Like two symmetrical waterfalls…
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Urban Alarm Clock
I hear sirens when I wake up. Sounds like theres gonna be a shake up. The urban people’s alarm clock never fails to force you awake; jolting you from your slumber. Please just five more minutes, I beg for goodness sake…
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Haiku – Another Man’s Chaos
One man’s neat structure Is another man’s chaos This goes vice versa
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Through the Lens of Melancholy
The demons gaze at me like they’ve drunken malice tea. A beverage filled with pure hate, only my spilt blood will fully satiate. Their thirst, and their hunger, because they feed on my worst. My thoughts and my feelings, all my troubled dealings. The times that I reached up and hit into glass ceilings…
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Da Lyricist Physicist
I’m a lyricist physicistAnd I aimed for the starsI was told I need to aim highSo I could buy shiny carsAnd score golf parsBut I don’t know whyIt seems like quite the farceI let out a sighRealise that it’s all a lieBecause it’s all the sameIt’s all the sameReaching for fameJust look how lame I…
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Round the Clock
The content expresses feelings of hopelessness and entrapment in a repetitive, mundane life. It portrays a struggle between the desire for connection and the fear of solitude, emphasizing a lack of control and confusion. The narrator reflects on the cyclical nature of existence, longing for meaningful experiences amidst bleak routine.
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