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040 // 2015

1/31/2015

 
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​In the most terrorized dreams, in the most gruesome of passing;
Serenity is discovered, inner peace is amassing.

039 // 2015

1/30/2015

 
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​I will bear my grim thoughts, not push them away;
As another sleepless night fades into the day.

038 // 2015

1/29/2015

 
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​As the rays of the sun pass through the dying oak;
How long has it been since the last time we spoke?

037 // 2015

1/28/2015

 
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​I'm not used to the comfort, the stillness, the peace;
Brought on by neglect and nothing's increase.

036 // 2015

1/27/2015

 
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​This natural disaster, it damns with its plague;
Make sense of confusion, decoding the vague.

035 // 2015

1/26/2015

 
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​Loneliness is a choice, the best one for me;
As I travel through the places I know will never be.

034 // 2015

1/25/2015

 
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​Reflections appear in eyes of those in the distance;
The only tangible evidence I have of my existence.

033 // 2015

1/24/2015

 
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​Counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds;
Its purpose unclear, life is not like the legends.

032 // 2015

1/23/2015

 
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​Scenes from our dreams, biding our time;
There's not room for regret, a victimless crime.
Don't stop the car as we drive in the dark;
Shadows dance in the wheat plains, just past the old park.

031 // 2015

1/22/2015

 
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​Reach for somebody, reaching somewhere;
A hand breaks the surface, finds nothing but air.
Lesser lived fragments and a circle of stones;
Gathered caress for your tired bones.

030 // 2015

1/21/2015

 
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​I have memories abound, I'm not sure that they're real;
A drive through the lakebed, cold breath on the wheel.
Gone now it seems, are the feelings of warm;
In the land of the absent, no dreams shall take form.

029 // 2015

1/20/2015

 
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​The many questions I ponder-why would words cling to me?
I've never cared for thoughts that bother, all I want is to be free.
And I wonder what it was, some struggle causing this never to mend;
Sometimes things that meant so much at the time mean nothing in the end.

028 // 2015

1/19/2015

 
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​Being lonesome and recluse, feigning a modest grin;
Plotting not to restore, without concern for what had been.
Perhaps feelings of tension would in time become distrust;
Encounters becoming distant, some now fading into dust.

027 // 2015

1/18/2015

 
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​I stare to the sky
The dust breaks
A part in the clouds
Blue overtakes

026 // 2015

1/17/2015

 
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​Dependence grew on one side,
But declined on the other;
What once balanced now was skewed,
And caused incessant bother.

025 // 2015

1/16/2015

 
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​I would greet her so to start, a moment before dusk;
It passed before I caught it, before I could adjust.
But I saw her through the window, and a thought passed through my head;
Her image in the silence, her eyes were looking dead.

024 // 2015

1/15/2015

 
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It is within these halls
Within this fading corridor
I observe the disconnect
And the dismal geist of man

023 // 2015

1/14/2015

 
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​Hands above the waterline
Seething, crying
Words don't numb the pain
Verses fall away

022 // 2015

1/13/2015

 
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​All I know is what I feel right now
Your words, your touching, breathe out

021 // 2015

1/12/2015

 
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​A million mistakes a day
Ashen stain washing hope away
Every passing hour now ridden in pain
Virtue is absent in the pouring rain

020 // 2015

1/11/2015

 
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​In my hand, bark turns to rope
As I will soon turn to stone

019 // 2015

1/10/2015

 
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​Elysian figures greet me
With a hand composed of mist

018 // 2015

1/9/2015

 
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​Threshing pain from heartache
Through fields of failure I trek
Shrouded I am in dawning death
Beyond salvation

017 // 2015

1/8/2015

 
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​Funneling into my sight
Faintest mist floating
Eerie voices from my memories
Senses returning

016 // 2015

1/7/2015

 
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​The dark is on the wall
And the floorboards too
Hangs from the ceiling
To run the air through
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