Submissions by Seth1994
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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A reoccurring problem can't belong to one person, no, it must be blamed upon another. Sacrificing time and (debat)able currency. Prowling the definition of fun are we? Never, it's never this easy, like escapists and their abyss, it's an illusion. A light that doesn't exist. A brand new handbag of nightmares. Scared? Should've been.
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An Untruth
If you decide to move onward with me,
I will be here to grasp your hand.
If not, then I will graze this wasteland in peril with no pity.
I will be here to grasp your hand.
If not, then I will graze this wasteland in peril with no pity.
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The Man With No Face
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Pay the Mind
I notice the clothes against my skin,
the breeze on my face,
the birds singing, the tick of a clock.
I respect the air I breathe, and the way I consume it, the ways of my friends, the love of my family.
I understand the inevitable, but do not accept it, it will not pardon my anatomy.
I accept that what we see and feel, is all we know, but what if there's more? More beyond this veil?
What do you notice?
the breeze on my face,
the birds singing, the tick of a clock.
I respect the air I breathe, and the way I consume it, the ways of my friends, the love of my family.
I understand the inevitable, but do not accept it, it will not pardon my anatomy.
I accept that what we see and feel, is all we know, but what if there's more? More beyond this veil?
What do you notice?
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Depersonalized
Guided by nothing, lost and disconnected,
I feel as if my own body and mind have betrayed my soul,
The vessel which makes me ; Me.
If I ever return to my original perception, let me be forever in your debt.
Is this punishment? Is there more to come?
I feel as if my own body and mind have betrayed my soul,
The vessel which makes me ; Me.
If I ever return to my original perception, let me be forever in your debt.
Is this punishment? Is there more to come?
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Why won't you listen?
Disguised I am, fit for perfection towards an everlasting endeavor,
Her voice, still echoing in my ears,
She burdens me to cease fire, but I do not surrender,
as the last breath of her scrimmage comes to an end,
I make my final conviction, under my sedative supervision, she takes an unearthly position, the most lustful description, her most fulfilling decision.
Her voice, still echoing in my ears,
She burdens me to cease fire, but I do not surrender,
as the last breath of her scrimmage comes to an end,
I make my final conviction, under my sedative supervision, she takes an unearthly position, the most lustful description, her most fulfilling decision.
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