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Slowly SuffocatingI. stopped breathing a long time ago because the air is polluted with bad memories of you.
We. try to make up for lost time, but we can only stand a few minutes at a time together.
You. try to let go and forgive, but the ages come back and skew our perception of each other.
''Smiles''How would it be if
We went back to the old town
Where you were happy.
I miss you smiling
You would always emit a
Sunny warmth, all day.
You can almost feel
The brightness, cheer hovering
Above in the air.
Honesty is hard,
But, I miss smiles, always will.
And what have I, now?
I have learned that a
Frown is close, but inexact,
And nothing can pass-
Compare, Is the word.
But most words have left me, so
"Smiles" is the one I...
CleaningLet's get past the junk memories, and go straight to all the grit we've left under the carpet for so long.
BlindI can't look into your eyes,
Because you would look into mine.
You'd see behind my facade of okay,
And know that I'm quite the opposite.
I can't look people in the eye,
I find it strange,
I can't look you in the eye,
Because you'd see past my lies.
On the inside I've have been crushed
By an invisible force
That had invaded my life
Piecing me back together haphazardly
So I can pretend
That I'm okay
I can deny
That I'm insane.
I can't look into your eyes,
Because you'd see into mine.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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