Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.
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gridwork for zest.
There are many Ways, to reach a Task’s completion. Some facile and others Streneous. I choose to object, and Obtain more nicotine For a moment’sSuspense, and usher onTo new eras. I chose the easy lifeAfter death was walkingOn my tail;I have no regrets. However, I amBored, to say the Least. There can be No, do-over.…
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Out of Love
I haven’t kissed youIn so long I start to thinkI’m moving on. I try to find another Nothing resorts to the Lows, I lived with you. Loved, with you. I keep negating All the loveI ever experienced To minutia There’s no point If it isn’t you, Sometimes I feelHowever, I can relate To another time,When…
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Vela
Celebrate Your dreams, they tooAdvance.
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The Song of the Islands
There is an island where She used to frolic. Marshland, forest, river, jungle… A bounty of nature. She used to lay in the current, and Let it bob her from island to island. Until one day she was swept off the map. She awoken in dragon’s wings. The bakanawa had found her. Reminded of another…
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10K in Words.
The willow sits Freely and spirited, Swishing away For another Night, and another morn. There lays she Writing away in Her journal, Underneath the whispyBranches of the willow. One course of creativityTo stay under this tree. She looks up at the clear Blue sky, she stares downAt the clear blue sea;Something is adrift in her.…
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Finch
I remember when I used to sing everyday. Has my heart been feeling heavy? Have I not had a clear mind? Maybe I lost some groove, like my soul has been incubating waiting for the next perfect performance to put on.
