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Intimate release unfulfilled,
Primal screeches in my head
As the asylum doors beckon.
Must stay calm, must keep it controlled.
So long as I continue to function
I remain free.
Primal screeches in my head
As the asylum doors beckon.
Must stay calm, must keep it controlled.
So long as I continue to function
I remain free.
Literature
looking inward
And then the day came
The day my mind opened
Just the smallest of a break
So that I could see inside my own thoughts,
As if I were an outsider looking in.
And what I discovered
Was truly disturbing...
A Pandoras box
Of jumbled thoughts
Of half planned ideas.
This tiny crack revealed
A child's misunderstanding
Of what was true
And what was not.
I saw that I allowed others
To control my every action
My every thought
As if they owned me.
I saw how I let others lead me/use me.
How I trusted so easily
To totally trust
Without reason. I saw the people I had let into my life
I saw them as they really were
Life suckers who had almost drained
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Jurassickness
Comet hurtles between Earth and moon. Massive tail engulfed the world, rained microbes on the unsuspecting creatures below. Plant and tree change and growth spurt. Animals and birds begin mutation into Dino-like creatures. Zoo escapes and animal attacks everywhere around the world. Children and old change first. Those still unaffected are mostly et.
Bio-chemist Moncera “Princess” Drake
“Named where my folks met. People think it means my princess. Never happened. Learned to read and math while others my age learned how to get along with other kids. Went to school and tested three grades up. College by fifteen. Never consider
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Please Say I Am
Please Say I Am
Sheltered.
Nurtured.
Curious and young.
Following, perhaps even stalking.
Stumbling with thoughts that won’t leave my lips.
My eyes see.
Your eyes can’t or won’t.
I don’t know.
When I spy on you,
My heart feels something.
It feels like hot sunshine
Burning yellow bubbles that burst and burn.
That is good, right?
Then sitting in my darkness,
I whisper your name.
I hope you hear me.
When will you escape your madness?
Will you ever know?
Am I meant to be your girl?
Please say I am…
Please.
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Yes, I know, something new finally. Shocker. Wish I had more to offer you, but this is the most I've written in a couple of months. No, I'm not telling my motivation for this one, you figure it out. Or not. Your choice.
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