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Everything I Thought I Knew
Caught somewhere between blind faith and certainty that nothing’s as it seems. But was it ever, honestly? I’m beginning to think there are no right answers. I’m breaking the clouds because I have to come down. I’ve been trying to crawl out of my constructed fiction. Safety in ignorance— it won’t help my condition. All I know is called into question. I can’t let go of these alleged lies. I’m building a boat that may or may not function. After all, I’m sure I’ll be caught in the tides. They’ll drag me away from all of my progress. It’s simply the way nature intended for me. I’m trying to plan for when I can’t reach the surface. As soon as I come close, clarity is lost to me. I know that I know nothing; the future, an illusion. The past has been twisted, filling me with revulsion. They say I have the power. I’ve never trusted them. I have to become stronger because no one else can save me. I have to save myself. I need to flow between the forces because fighting them has
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Never Assumed
Never assumed breathing would be one of her chores, Or assumed the music she sang would no longer pour. Never assumed the current events in her life, would give her a better perspective on strife. Never assumed she’d forget judgment unfair, strengthening her to look at things on the square. Never assumed the mistakes she’d once made, would no longer haunt, they'd eventually fade. Only passage of time possessed her to share, respect other’s shoes that she never would wear. Giving patience with someone who seems not to care., Allowing “herself" to show if she dares. Facing her mortality shook her to the core. That slap in the face made her honor life more, teaching her never again to keep score. Sue J.O. 6/17/2019
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Butylhydroxyanisole
With our cut hands, oozing oil and pulsating like unnatural organs, We're tarnishing and wrecking the last of the machines Using the rust-flavored hatred that's been in the bottles, we've Been clinging to similarities that color the world in our nostalgia; The burgundy walls that carried the scent of love The cream lexicons that killed secret abuse The vermillion moments that bloomed therapeutic rage Please remember those precious fractures in the foundation, Because they have always mimicked the fissures between us-- The remnants of falsehood In vitro catastrophes nurturing suicide Avant-garde lust blurring romantic epochs Human-trafficking placed on the pedestals of Rotten mothers and fathers, sleeping in the chasm That we've cleaned and cleaned and fucking cleaned... Yet the stains of tortured dragons still embroider the inside Instead of ripping away the fabric, we've been placing all of our Rewarded insecurities in that grotesque hole, keeping the velvet Safe from helping
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The emotional pain expressed in this is so visceral. I really like it.