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To close to the sunCalled out-these calloused hands crippledTo close to the sun
Fragments of the past
-broken glass in skin
Crash and fall, pushing through a seemingly
Invisible surface
And a mirage must be
The ground below
-Vision playing with reality
But for now, its just soaring
Freely through air
Gliding
Polished windows glassy surfaces
-everything so much better from
by ~andrea-dre
Is this nationalism?We hope for changeIs this nationalism?
But will it not
Recite our allegiance
though the feelings lost Countdown for victory
an end in sight Traversing our enemies
losses cultivate Controlling totality
but its waning exponentially Our power- our strength
and our biggest facade
by ~andrea-dre
And we continue the cycleGlowing white lightAnd we continue the cycle
Blinds the bright-eyed youth
While sensory overload crushed their will
The choice to choose gone into oblivion
and their left standing, still...still
An overgrowing fear of the mind thought the artist's perception is nearly shot dead
Perusing through the aisles
While blood runs thin Escape impossible
The lights so dim
by ~andrea-dre
"Life's a walking shadow"He comes in of late"Life's a walking shadow"
drenched from head to toe
knowing he’s in for a scolding
wanting clearly to escape the blow
mother washing the dishes screeches out of tune
"where the hell have you been Mr.?" "I though it was only half past noon." And he walks through the house
stealthily avoiding the kitchen
Finding the way to his room
in hopes of being hidden
Peeling off his soaking clothes
he slops them on the floor
realizing he should have changed in the bathroom
before choosing his own door.
He turns the creaky handle
making quite a sou
by ~andrea-dre
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Stutters and sobs caught inside my breath. Keep your arms wrapped tight around my neck. Enchant me with your hateful words, but all of this I fear has been said before.
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Stutters and sobs caught inside my breath. Keep your arms wrapped tight around my neck. Enchant me with your hateful words, but all of this I fear has been said before.
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