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Reminiscent (The Nostalgia of Static)
-Sifting through the ashes of broken homes
didn't feel a thing, more alone
nihilism fused complacence
An echo of former self
struggling with mental health
mirrors of unrecognizable faces
loving the low cards held
unfeeling what is felt
glorified by amazement
folding what has been dealt
looking down from upon the shelf
unsatisfied in stasis
-
Back to lair
only to be mindful hours later
statured in the zone
left upon self titled throne
chaos sits quiet and alone
while bared, unsure, and scared
overconsumption of emptiness
a silence too often shared
eyes held wide, unswayed from stare
gasping in the noxious air
becoming wholly aware
understanding there's no point to care
hands caved into broken earth
spilling red onto the dirt
bleeding out for what its worth
heart that swells before it bursts
colors of imagination
figments of pigments
stitching up lacerations
with malleable instilments
fabricated to self convince
makes me who i am
never, never repetitive
well i'll be damned
didn't feel a thing, more alone
nihilism fused complacence
An echo of former self
struggling with mental health
mirrors of unrecognizable faces
loving the low cards held
unfeeling what is felt
glorified by amazement
folding what has been dealt
looking down from upon the shelf
unsatisfied in stasis
-
Back to lair
only to be mindful hours later
statured in the zone
left upon self titled throne
chaos sits quiet and alone
while bared, unsure, and scared
overconsumption of emptiness
a silence too often shared
eyes held wide, unswayed from stare
gasping in the noxious air
becoming wholly aware
understanding there's no point to care
hands caved into broken earth
spilling red onto the dirt
bleeding out for what its worth
heart that swells before it bursts
colors of imagination
figments of pigments
stitching up lacerations
with malleable instilments
fabricated to self convince
makes me who i am
never, never repetitive
well i'll be damned
Published 10th Jul 2020
Author's Note
The first line started as, "Remanence of yourself."
Then i thought, duh, remanence of someone else? would still be from self view.
So i took all the lines from my paper and decided to remove the pronouns except for what became the last stanza. (changing 'am' to something else would've fucked the scheme up.)
Turned into a different piece for me, i enjoyed that aspect of it. I had fun with it as usual.
Then i thought, duh, remanence of someone else? would still be from self view.
So i took all the lines from my paper and decided to remove the pronouns except for what became the last stanza. (changing 'am' to something else would've fucked the scheme up.)
Turned into a different piece for me, i enjoyed that aspect of it. I had fun with it as usual.
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