Short Dankness Poems

the skin I live in
A dangerous melody
moiling in Dankness
can't remember my name
the white crow alone is truth...

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Silvery, slithery words
Where do they come from?
Hidden
In the well’s dankness
Arising willfully
Surprisingly
Unheedful of my reaction
Or yours
Molding the present
Spilling out of my mouth
Announcing themselves to the world
Often without telling me first...

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I was floating,
 only now I'm sinking, Now I'm only sinking, my past drags me,
 deeper and deeper into the abyss.
 I never drown, the cold water in my lungs never stops the heartbeat,
 I just sink.
 Never dieing, never slowing. 
 For the dankness can not kill me,
 and cool water can not end my descent,
 It can only make me colder.
 It can only drag me deeper....

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As the mind quite
And the soul pick a 
Pen to speak in ink.
Though soul may set in 
Dankness, it will rise in a
Perfect light, like a value
that doesn’t decrease based on
Someone’s inability to see, I will speak.
What I wish I knew, like a
man who do not know how high
he is, until he is called to rise. like a
morning sun, blessing be the name ‘in day’,
but time still exist. I need you next to me, 
maybe we could be one but where do I start to trust?...

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