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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.

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Tumbleweed

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Drip, drip, drip
Another failure
Another slip
The unbearable
Dreary routine
Rusted to the tip
Some days I grumble
Others I mumble
I don’t fall
But I stumble
On glassy words
On pointy shards
Jagged swords
Like violin chords
Same old, same old
Tired of being told
Your dreams
Ambitions
Too bold, too bold!
Free me
If you see me
Lunging, plunging
In to tyranny
For I fear
Being unaware
Caught in despair
All flames, no flare

Fourth Wall

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What is sadder than
a tragic love story?
‘tis to witness
the catastrophe unfold
While sitting behind
invisible bars
watch as the story
is being told
The characters
puppets naïve
confusing foolery
with passions bold
Here I am
A prisoner of
the fourth wall
with secrets to hold

Back Home

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The smell of buttered popcorn
in the air
As I run my fingers through
your hair

A lisp escaping from
your lips
As you wrap your arms around
my hips

Light brushstrokes against
my skin
Painting our stories
art akin

This little waltz that
we do
When there’s only
me and you

Merry-go-round

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Suspension
A brief pause
Uncertain cause
Realization
It’s getting old
Doing what you’re told
Expulsion
Purged idiosyncrasies
Forged ideologies
Repetition
That name, this game
The same, the same
Destruction
Yellow, pink tulips torn
Never to be reborn
Explosion
The end has come
Did you have fun?