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Or perhaps
there's a name for it, ‘Paradox of truth
and twisted thinking’ and the pen has woken to stab me now in the face- I
woke to m..
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My pen has two sides- one for writing, the other
for stabbing me in the heart repeatedly and without repent; some pen that is,
and not surpris..
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Sit at paper and stare at the wall with pen tucked safely in your hair,I want to run away to where I will not be seen, not even by me,Run from my own ..
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What does memory have in the presence of thought and history?
Perfectly in harmony with the two if you ask me, though I wonder when the
balance tips..
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Through watery eyes I
sleep, the back of my hand utter wet from tears,
Mind running, heart
racing, as I move from one scene to the next,
From ..
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Shall
the earth scald our feet before we learn to move?
Move
in the rhythms made by our wandering hearts, the tears flow
To
our hands in rapt..
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Do
you greet the sun good morning on a sunny bright morning?
This
is the exit from night’s strong grasp,
And
the terrors that put us to..
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There
shall be no words
And
there shall be times of silence, periods where the dark seeps through the veins
of those left alive after the coming..
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I watched me kill myself with a knife in my back…
I watched me kill a man with a knife in his back.
I watched a man kill a man with a kni..
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The dark calls in beauteous silence,Vast deep expanses covering secrets-The silence is most endearing,Like a soul calling to her lover.And I should an..
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