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I object to your objectionThat I am an object. Because Despite your objection, I am inFact an object of your objection.

The fluidity of the water as it Rushes over the chaos below Reminds me of the fresh blood That drains from that first wound When you fall and ..

The world around us burns in flames, Filled with man and his petty games, Suffering smothers the world like smoke, All we can do is despair and..

Gathered voices, Wrong choices, Empty thoughts, Misguided plots. Forgotten deeds, Malnourished seeds, Closed doors, Petty wars. Do yo..

I return to those that I call my brethren, They have always been there for me from within, Paper kisses and virtual hugs turn real, My heart ca..

An ancient man sat weary upon a park bench, Pulled from his faded musings with a wrench, The grey road stretched out far behind him, Full of de..

I feel the crushing loneliness. Constricting. After the silence, they don’t come back. You must learn their life, as yours is black. M..

I stare into the myriad Of angry autumn colours and I see them dancing. They twist Like ethereal thoughts lost in The maze of waking dreams. ..

My thoughts are too crowded, scattered like birds, I close my wet eyes but I feel no rest, Everyone around me offers me words, I see no clear s..

I feel the sound, deep in my soul, Feeling the waves boiling like hate, I carry the burden of my child, I am losing my own debate, Tearing away ..