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Strangest feeling.
Floating here.
Soaring here,
beyond the clouds.
The edge of space.
Peaceful, terrifying.
Racing heart,
Pounding heart,
why don't I fall?
Why don't I burn?
Something strong.
Keeping me here.
Lofting me here,
beyond the clouds.
The edge of space.
Mind is racing.
What do I do.
What can I do,
but enjoy this time.
Here in the sky.
Floating here.
Soaring here,
beyond the clouds.
The edge of space.
Peaceful, terrifying.
Racing heart,
Pounding heart,
why don't I fall?
Why don't I burn?
Something strong.
Keeping me here.
Lofting me here,
beyond the clouds.
The edge of space.
Mind is racing.
What do I do.
What can I do,
but enjoy this time.
Here in the sky.
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Fake smiles and inner Pain
Inside and outside, a battle unknown,
Hidden from faces around me.
A smile, a laugh, a fake, a lie,
Covering the hurt that no soul can see.
Suffer and Pain, hand in hand in my chest,
My heart screams out and wails.
But they see a smile, a grinning facade,
Untill the day that it fails.
Inner wounds that want to burst out,
Explode from the void that once was my heart,
...but I smile, I laugh, I fake, I lie...
Forever hiding that dark, empty part.
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Metus
One flat night, the wind stilled itself like a breath held in the worst kind of anticipation; the moment when you realize, too late, that everything has gone wrong with every carefully laid plan. Every alibi come to naught in the face of something far too dark to even be given shape: gloried in the feverish tongues of those men who spread their crazed scripture to those who pass beneath their perches just out of reach.
Fear.
The word dances across the lips of the multitudes, washing away serenity and sense, slathering a coat of ashen sludge across our hearts and burrowing into the mind like some virulent maggot, squirming for that last litt
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Lightbulb
How many times do you have to
screw with my head
around like
an electric socket that goes to a lightbulb until it goes dead
from so much exhaustion of always having to"stay on"
for a faulty parallel circuit that just gives in
to the slightest trigger that touches its brim
copper wires wrapped around power that is trying to glow
Why are you hiding me in a restrictive shallow sheath skin
when I'm trying to grow
all I want is to feel complete in a formation
that travels like traffic, paving a way
for my electrons to scurry like the information I have to retain
that shock me in the brain
that mold ideas and thoughts that
awfully hurt me
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This is an original piece by Gabriel Black. It may not be duplicated or distributed without the author's consent.
I have felt this way many times before. So high in the air but terrified I'll fall.
I have felt this way many times before. So high in the air but terrified I'll fall.
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Like the simplicity! Very lovely wordage!