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airstream
and we're off! no matter which way we may push and we pull we float on at the whim of the hands of people a draft magnified from the wing of a seagull echoing ripples from bells found upon the steeple
simplify
cut out pictures scattered across the desk clothes on the floor - work uniform, pile of briefs sprawled across the bed a thought-revoking show playing from the only light in the room mind, unmotivated, weary, cluttered, empty.
crow
people listen more when you speak less
electrocute
you would take a chair, let the shock raise your hair since when did you care if life ended up fair i glared as you jumped, i envied you because at least you dared
checkmate
there's always a better move, don't play me no matter what you do it don't phase me knight A6; don't take it, cause baby i'm going crazy clash of the titans. the king died for his queen but the board fell apart at the seams and the queen fell along with the kingdom in not-so-quiet screams
café
she sat in the corner, one of those hipster types i walked up with a thermos, whiskey mixed with sprite her lips looked nice, draped in red paint i cared too much. she made my head faint "good to see you again," she said carefully "looks like you're doing well," she said warily "been drinking much?" she asked carefully "no," i smiled. life was better lived carelessly
punished
chained to the wall, whip and belt aquiver light at the end of the tunnel turns into a sliver mister is it a crime that i happen to miss her sour taste like a blister in the way of a tongue twister
bronze
bronze. might as well be the color of shit her eyes said to me, not hesitating a bit if you're not first, why try if you're the worst, let it die life is a competition a bloodthirsty disposition i hate it.
destined
this is not destined, but it is determined. there are agents in our lives that dance and intertwine and speak to each other in a language that we do not understand, conspiring and forming our bodies, our souls. chemical impulses, physiological and psychological yearnings, experiences, and an innate animalistic nature that we aim to control and contain. "destiny" is a whimsical, fantastical belief in something intangible and imagined. "destiny" is not an agent in our lives, just like our own "free will" is not. there is no use in fighting that which is already determined.
weakling
crushed in her palm i swear i gave it my all but i am only human lost in the body i grew in i am weak to her meek sensibilities
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