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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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Toker Joker
The poem reflects the chaos and unpredictability of life using poker as a metaphor. It warns against the lurking dangers represented by “the Joker,” highlighting themes of desperation and existential struggle. The narrator grapples with self-doubt and seeks redemption while contemplating the fleeting nature of time and the influence of hidden forces.
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The Clock’s 4th Hand
Can you see the fourth hand on the clock? Perhaps if you just squint hard enough. Does it reveal itself to you? Silently ticking. Out of sight. Out of mind. Faster than you can ever imagine…
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The Iron Husk of Dusk
The speaker reflects on the painfulness of waiting and the sense of loss and hopelessness it brings. They feel like a husk, losing their sense of self and purpose. The metaphor of turning into an iron statue conveys a feeling of stagnation and despair.
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The Ascended Ones
The post content describes a character who has embraced darkness and pain, while being selfish and lacking integrity. The character’s soul is described as black and their mind as cracked, leading to their downfall. They have broken promises and been dismissed from the council. This relates to “Sselecaf the Grand – Chapter 1”.
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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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Shrinking Reasonability
im dead, im dead. my head, it hurts. i feel so numb. i think so dumb. my brain, my brain… from thinking, it refrains. the pain, the pain. its all the same. always the same and im to blame…
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