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I Dreamt of You When You Weren'T Looking, Ode To a Lost Friend

i dreamt of you when you weren't looking
i imagined a world better then sulking
when we would live in the shadows of the world
i dreamt that you arose above it all.

i dreamt that we were happy with lots of money
only dollar signs give me a sense of dopamine
you probably wanted that but you didn't 
you wanted a life without my prison.

and all the friends i had, i dreamed we lived in castles
and all the problems we couldn't fix i dreamed we found the answer
i wanted you to be happy but maybe that wasn't true
i wanted you to be happy when i was around you.

years later we are so distanced
and i saw from my phone that you had arisen
you have now a life i dreamt you could have
and i see now your good is separated from my bad.

i dreamt of you when you weren't with me
and i see now it was just premonition
and maybe if i am a genie
i shouldv'e fulfilled my own wishes.

Copyright © Aug Bloud | Year Posted 2021



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Regret

i regret being the one to care
in all my friendships of despair
i clearly saw the line and the limit
but i pushed past it to ignore what was written

i regret not knowing who i could've been
i killed myself to impress my friends

but now i lay in cold blood
no one around and nothing to hug
i paint a scene of my happiest days 
and it's the only thing that chases the tears away

Copyright © Aug Bloud | Year Posted 2021

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Animosity

lately i've been feeling weak
i think i lose a dare
i stopped looking for what i need
cause i knew it wasn't there.

every, now, and then, and which
i hold myself like a god
to pretend i can be so perfect
my wants are just my flaws.

i've been seeing feathers so white
i've been feeling dead
i have a dream that i can see the light
that peaks before the end.

to purify me, i just might need
an unshakeable sign
that i was made to walk a different road
and not to one, i diverged.

Copyright © Aug Bloud | Year Posted 2021

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Cannibal

slave to a cycle of lies
held on so hard i'm paralyzed
living a life as a book already written
the end is here next to the beginning

blood and tears all in my dreams
sweat a little so they know it's me
the feeling of void is familiar
i crossed the world with a dare from a demon

mimic what i see as beauty
plagiarize what i see as art
be so bright that i am not like
a black hole and more like a star

influenced in a evil system
i am the cages inside a prison
i cant look beyond and see through the smoke
a guide is useless if it's at the end of the road

so i was doomed from the beginning
they sat the trap while i was winning
fell so far that i was like
a cold comet passing through the sky

Copyright © Aug Bloud | Year Posted 2021

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Token Girl

shiny hard plastic heart
i become a work of art
i captivated a lonely assemble
and when they leave only i remember.

vintage bows and victorian dresses
i am the one who always impresses 
they need a doll that they can keep
so they can blossom after they weep.

legs of power hands of warmth
i mimicked it all for all its worth
i sing their songs and their lullabies 
when they get bored and leave me behind.

porcelain glass and soulless eyes
i am the one they soon despise
after i make larvae into butterflies
they saw i was just a human in disguise.

Copyright © Aug Bloud | Year Posted 2021



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10 Days Later

10 days later i could be dead
cracked bones with bugs in my head
laying with my hands on my heart
forever resting till death i part

9 days later i will be alive
feeling numb but completely in life
all my shattered dreams in a can
stitch them together and hope it will mend

8 days later i could be lost
gave all my hopes for a bitter cost
battle in the arena, a match to a demon
set fire to a land that was my kingdom

7 days later i would be a beam
something in the night that's felt but never seen
disappearing to and from a single cell
coming back to and leaving from hell

6 days later i drew a picture
a portrait of tears poured by a pitcher
from a sea that never moves its tides
from a tide that was never moved from the light

5 days later i will riot
against the society that made me a pirate
a lone in a sea, and i quest for jewels
a lone in a sea, a reputation to be cruel

4 days later i feel at bliss
every now and then i reminiscence
feel at peace knowing it will end soon
so in my life in the dark, i appreciate the moon

3 days later i destroy my fearless hopes
i stand unaware in the incoming smoke
the gas and liquids make all my senses
i separated the solids to up my defenses

2 days later i count my creations
80 lines and all my vibrations
i add up the sum that leaves me to know
that i contorted myself to conjure a foe



1 day later i sit in silence all day
look off in the distance and see the people play
nothing inside me but repetition
outside the box was the endless

so today until i print all my being
try to put into words how i am feeling
10 days later i could be alive
but i know 10 days later that could all be a lie

10 days later something can change

and 10 days later it could remain the same

but life and death are set in stone

and one day 
10 days
will be all you own

Copyright © Aug Bloud | Year Posted 2021

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Olympics

what i want i want it right now
i want to be the queen and the queen's clown
i don't care if you bow down
just give me what i need.

i'll jump the hoops and run the mile
i'll betray the people and win the title
i don't cares all lumped in a pile
but only this one i'll reuse.

silly pages with silly fairytales
got my hopes so high they fell
i'm running out of poems to tell
but the end is still not seen.

and so i think and think i so little
i won the olympics and got the medal
but my reward was only so little
cause no one wanted it but me.

Copyright © Aug Bloud | Year Posted 2021


Book: Reflection on the Important Things