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Limbic System Failure
Letting the mind destroy
what the heart has built
is second nature.
Up and down.
Right to go left.
The rubble is where poetry lives,
without the stones of decimation
I fear I'd have nothing to say.
what the heart has built
is second nature.
Up and down.
Right to go left.
The rubble is where poetry lives,
without the stones of decimation
I fear I'd have nothing to say.
Published 5th Sep 2021
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5th Sep 2021 1:16am
Damn. I’ve often wondered the same thing. If I suddenly stopped living in trauma would I have fuck all to say? And if I didn’t, what would that say? I’m specialized in overthinking though, sooo……..
Relatable as fuck.
Relatable as fuck.
5th Sep 2021 8:28am
Dear N,
Happy thoughts…Uuuuuuhhhhhh…….nothing.
Nope. I’ll stay in this state of misery. I hope there are lots of snacks because I have a ton of things to say. Astute observation with an outstanding poem as a result. H🌷
Happy thoughts…Uuuuuuhhhhhh…….nothing.
Nope. I’ll stay in this state of misery. I hope there are lots of snacks because I have a ton of things to say. Astute observation with an outstanding poem as a result. H🌷
5th Sep 2021 12:36pm
I love the way you establish the constant battle between the heart and the mind, especially as is related to poetry.
"The stones of decimation"
... Such a beautiful phrasing.
"The stones of decimation"
... Such a beautiful phrasing.
10th Oct 2021 7:28pm
You tend to throw us into these mysterious thought provoking writes, letting us swim in the intrigue.
