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Trying to go against the flow and drown. Rebelling for the sake of rebelling. Falling victim to the  fates and habits I create. It is if, I am afraid of what lies beyond the edge,...

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visceralheed May 30, 2012

Idle. Leaning towards familiarity, despite its endless pain and disillusion. Seeking comfort in what is always there. Matter. Everything is made up of matter, and what we do...

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I think we do not know where to go. We have come to a crossroads. Cliche and all, we are not stuck, merely bitter. Most heed nothing, and continue walking their cyclic lives....

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I failed my first permit test.

I mean who does that?

I know know, I'm pathetic, but hey I was under a lot of stress

First of all, the DMV gets my honor of  being the most dreaded...

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Voracious. For what, my ass? I crave youth and satisfaction. This unattainable facade seems to be hiding under temptations. Here lies my youth. I am not driven by impulse, I do not...

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Smelling a flower is groundbreaking.
The scent opening my limited mind to engage the outside world, a spec in the cosmic realm.
I am a spec on that spec.
But it does not diminish my
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Time muted by the past
When I recollect the past, I lose recognition of the present nanosecond and draw an utter blank.
But the moment does not end, because it never started.
My mind
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Death.
A death, not literally, but just the thought of Death’s conspicuous inevitability – the tiny horror that envelops into profound fear.
A faint voice in my head ranting on my
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Dead leaves.

I’m a falling leaf, nowhere to go, not lost, nor found…
 
Just floating amidst the agonizing wind of separation from what appears to be ‘home’.

When I meet the ground, it...

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Insidious fouls wrought, 

From faint cries within. Ruptured veins remind us,

What has to evade.

Leap into what appears to be sanity.

Immune to sleep,

Daunted by what used to be dreams.

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I amaze myself.
My self esteem astonishes me, the audacity admonishes me
Born a blank slate, my wet clay mind takes shape,
Molded by everything I do, every moment I experience.
Or am I
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