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Literature Text
Gratification will bring you
nothing but a stone cold hand to
the pit
of your rotted ribs.
the self will gently pull on
the withered strings of its own
heart;
snap them back
into place.
the system will restart itself with
a hum of a thousand
whispers...
memories
set into place.
Again given minutes,
hours,
days, a
year,
for loneliness to reach
its end; and sometimes life
is only
given
through death,
so satisfaction,
reach its
end.
[again, you will be brought nothing .]
Literature
In Sanity
I find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
Literature
The girl in the pond
It was a warm summer night when I found her.
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.
It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.
She had lost a shoe
Like Cinderella
Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.
Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.
I looked at her
fascinated
I loved her...
Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she ha
Literature
The War Ain't Over
The war's never over
Its always just beginning
Thinking of all the battles I've lost
Sends my brain spinning,
But the war ain't over
That much I know
So there's a chance I could take the reigns
And then I'd never let 'em go
But right now's another battle
Another hour of pain,
The enemies siege
When my smile started to wane
Under the crushing blows
Their words did to me
Though I suppose
I should be glad they weren't
Sticks and stones
Cause then where would I be?
And as my embarrassment mounts
Then comes their cavalry
Stabbing at what's left of my gaiety.
I call for a retreat
Cut the losses of my pride
Run back for shelter
And merely try to h
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think i'm going back to my old habits... staying awake till midnight, writing till dawn;
guess my insomnia's back- already. © 2014 - 2024 keiranikaela
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Ooh, yay. Insomnia is a douche bag.
Love the word choice, btw.
Love the word choice, btw.