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Homesick

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Nostalgia arrives
Like mighty tides
Ebb and flow
High and low
From time to time
Clime to clime
Maybe its the crazy pills
Maybe its just me
Alone
Dwelling in bubbling thoughts
Condone
Reviving, rediscovering, revolving
Hidden, yet vivid
Gruesome, and livid
Old memories
Humid, dampened
Books in the attic
Layered with dust
A muddy crust
Enveloping pages
Ages upon ages
Hued and textured by
Big black clouds
Roaring loud
That come and go
High and low
Coming again today
Distant, abate
To open a window
Let the wind blow
Gusts of emotions
Rapid motions
How I hated school
How I loved the rain
The joy, the pain
How I hated my dingy home
Existing on my own
It comes to me
But only in my dreams.

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Cross Stitches

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It has come to this,
I break down again
Treading on dying
Embers through pain
I silently crawl
And sob in vain
A familiar gnawing
In a throbbing vein
It never is simple
Ever since it began
So why do you whimper,
And whine with disdain?
The carousel spindle
Plays another game
And the plot thickens
While weaving my name.

Superfluous

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Often I wonder
Is it fair?
For me to care
So much
While I discern
So little
In return
The promises
I’m keeping
And affection
I’m seeking
Is it worth it?
Although
I know
I deserve it
My senses
Senselessly sensing
Sentiments
Through
Barred fences
With holes
And dents
The cracking sun
Broken rays
Too blurry
Numb from
The haze
Persist, persist
A difficult task
But I must
Insist
Go on,
Exist.

Post-Midnight Rituals

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The scars on my wrist
Show battles that I’ve lost
The agony that I’ve suffered
Paying the highest cost

Trading my inner peace
For something quite insane
A demon I can’t control
All that struggle in vain

When I lie on my empty bed
With darkness as my blanket
I let myself drown again
With anchors as my anklet

A downward spiral deeper
With every passing breath
Another endless black hole
Another night to forget

Millennial

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Nitpicking tiny flaws
Like freckles on my chin
An unfaltering pause
Just before I begin

When I begin to count
The imperfections in me
I lose track of time
With satire all ready

I flip the frame to see
The other side of the picture
But my tainted glasses cause
My perception to be fractured

I push myself around
Between self love and hate
Another feeble attempt
To keep this curse abate

I know I do not suffer
Alone in my despair
Thus know after it all
I am here, and I still care.

Palpitations

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My rusty ribcage is a coffin
Lathered walls, painted poison
Chained tight for suffocation
Grasped by the mortification.

It is my plea, abandon me not
To be left alone, lost in thought
I am drying up in this drought
Strangled, entangled in distraught.

Ivy, vines, snakes, and weeds
These roots under my skin creep
Carving gnawing gashes deep
Tides that never go to sleep

Prioress

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Give me some time
Give me some space

Take me to a place

Where I won’t be asked
The tedious task

(A sigh, alas!)

Of rituals
Of prayers

By righteous sayers

Of pious deeds
Of noble needs

Underlying greeds

Pursuing what I cannot
Unforgiving when I forgot

To offer specific alms
To quell certain qualms

Shame
The sin to beautify

Blame
Till the day you die

Follow and obey
As they say

Dare not dismay!

Look pretty
Act petty

It’s all a game of pawns

Play dirty
Look sturdy

Until you are bygones