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Vicarious

Vicarious

Self instructed eyes, bend in to see,
The gorged mouths themselves, with the spending.
Words "I'm here to watch your nth" heard,
"Bring my relief exchange my life with ease."

Forth as if I'm at minus, segregated by hearts unfavoringly,
Turn us through chapters, illusion filled critisizingly,
Thickening colors suffocate the proverbial head frequency.

The stress-belief instilled acronymic letters to your name.
Starting with crucial anonymity.
Broken in personification you throw depth in molding,
Away connect why we set the world's continual motion.

The star welded together takes what's ripe,
And burnt the eyes with dark loathsome nights.
The exclusion sent the shine filling this fain,
"From many in deep days lets lay it free."

I feel the light shared and iridescented us,
Has lit and'll fuel the hole that burns between you and me.
With these now-emotions, I listen like always,
And the pencil sits aside-head in a violent shake,
'Til time has passed the ash willed left, and feels like peace'd evade.

The sky is drinking the earth dry saying "love is betray,"
To hunger tree's barely piece'd together by age.
React-fully the hands clench,
Blind hands see love as the same weight as rage,
Under and over these emotions vicariously live tethered.
Inclosed under it always people deserved blame,
Wrapped the surface some letter some name,
Loose words quote full years in bark,
"You're a living projection of my pain."

Deed me and lift the horizon up with clouds of fire..
Burn it expending till tired,
Will it till you lost respect while reaching loft vain desire..
Watch how I promised it's the timed descending spiral,
I pioneer instant loss of degraders, keep my brother emoters,
And realign beautiful hearts so it pours out water.

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Abnegation

Nothing is shaking, but these mountains are moving.
Broken and shapeless, lost found and renown. 
Can you see it's multiple faces,
The moment you close your eyes at night?
Blind in your hands you take action,
Sharing in the abnegation at flight.

Cluttered by the fractures of fake aid,
You've become the mover and taker.
The epitome of undistinguished theft before you trade.

Figures sweep across my path of distinction,
Swiftly blocking me and I can't escape.
I lift up my arms to hold all possible patience.
Humbled by the troubles of this cascade conscience.

Shade, it becomes the dramatical black parade.
Sketching edges into the objects of human copper tin.
Bash n' bang the color so there remains no more stain,
Stacking high the welts left on your brains limbic violin.

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Manipulator

A breathing habit.
Undeniable addiction.
Pin pricks of the frontal cortex,
Social acupuncture..
Easy subjects.

Standing before your face,
Or alone in my own meditation.
I can't stop myself,
To break apart your mental station.

Surgically navigating the words.
Is like numbing one's brain.
Pinpointing thoughts with them,
Is controlling what they say.

Why can't I loose.
My failure is my win.
"Patience is a virtue" they say.
I say, "patience is a sin."

But behind the curtain,
A man stands behind your shame.
Madly laughing at what is certain,
Because that's what he calls play.

He bows to leave...
But stops and says, "My work is never done.
I am a manipulator... And I bend the reality of things."

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Don'T Close Your Eyes

Wind carries the dust from your ash door,
How much more can you afford to pour?
Throw away your shoulder height,
Weaken the grip of such a cloying life.

"Sink them down to a thousand fathoms deep,
Grab chains tie up their hands and their feet."
But I forget that we know what this is.
Tossing us expecting water we hit concrete.
Touching pavement and we know not what to do.
Insolent waves crash on us with nothing to cling to.

But we're calm to see,
Calm to breathe,
Drift in the water and we look up high,
Watching candle light streak this burning sky,
"Let's count the smoke and our remaining time.
Awake memories we made so our hearts once more fly.
Wish not to feel the pain we fail to obviate and hide."
Don't close your eyes.

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To All Those From Us (Fragments)

To all those from us,
In no specific distance person or time,
With anyone who's closeness, 
Can now only be fragments fillin' our mind..

Because of you I can't sleep tonight.
Stuck by my phone I'm waitin' for this doll,
Waitin' for this call sayin' words I need to hear cause,
My eyes curled up in pain like they're being sown shut but no,
Under these few lines I'm filling paragraphs of hope,
Looking for this dense directional purpose,
Seeing myself flightless I can't cope feeling so useless.

Those days come and go when all I think is quit.
Letting our hands drift saying cause of you,
Inside I'm loosing who I found and now I'm always out of it.
Loosing happiness in your choices I just want to see you grin,
See you in our house again but for now I must leave you for a bit.

I don't see where people have to be so long,
Far from reality, holding our hands right here with us yet from us so gone.
It seems friends to us are friends two minutes from home,
Constantly taking our lives we share away from us,
Laying them all out showin' individually we're all so broke always alone.

But that's just what it shows,
I can't pull myself away from this since dawn,
Me just sittin' waitin' by the phone,
Knowin' you are who's left yet I can't imagine gone.

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Perfect Somebody Nobody

I'm glad I never met you,
From perfect somebody nobody,
The progress nowhere and now nil.

To say you wanted,
Through this body,
My heart-so know,
Insistently us-situation,
Distorted endowed.

Streamlined for coincidences,
Moments to visit us and thrill.
Your worries your emphatic,
Coagulation of me point kill.

Dredge the constant feeling,
Out of it this perfect fit,
The ink circles and wraps us,
Tie n' locked uncomfortably felt.

Type: clock it from it,
Start-middle-end instill.
But no matter how I,
Supply it erratic,
On paper you only compel...

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Rapt By Our Hands

Vacant deepening sounds,
Carrying across the folio of my needs.
Rapt to the wind in melody,
And helps me fall to my knees.

Taken by the fear of categorization,
Of in our skin where we once felt.
Feel how it has come to delay.
Continually alive and dependent we've become,
In it's illusion we're love's slave.

Holding the despair in my left,
And the built timeless enduring on my right.
Staying awake the trying of my attention,
I stumble from my blindness in dense night. 

I am not to loose my sense to breathe,
In future nights swallowed ash felt complete.
Out of all fires that belong to me,
This one begging for your release.

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Transparent Skin

Pound pound on my chest,
Hanging up high high in a net,
Tied the ropes purely with regret.
Pound pound on my chest.

Pound pound on my chest,
The sun colors pigment of the skin,
It cloaks the stories and hides the when,
Pound pound on my chest.

Pound pound on this chest,
If only people had transparent skin,
We'd see the truth of all person,
Pound pound on this chest.

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Between Questions

Step on the slide to,
Rhythm uncertainty.
Swept on the fire to,
Risk it's beauty.
And to stare through the,
Fathoms of misery.

Over grouping under taking,
Loosing lines between all these,
While,
Shaping corners of inconsistency.

Quarrel through the terms,
Held the notes of hero's and nurseries.
Reaching up to the out,
Grip the spacious pull it in.
Answer trembling conscious by moist,
Bathe the inner mind venture in deep.

The pain,
Unfelt,
Unfault thought I father,
To transit across us,
Shoulder height and back,
Between all supposed lovers.

So familiar,
The eradication,
Miss fit, missed hit,
Missed all desire.

I swing on the string.
Cavities who blank-fully fill the head,
Empty space with only,
Connected questions as my thread.
Here I can only seem to unravel,
But I end falling,
Always fast into clairvoyance.

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Clouds Filter Light

The dirt does not give into words.
Blind-less in tongue and heart,
I have dropped myself in the earth.

Dark eyes wrapped in cloth,
Tilted clouds narrow my sight. 
Spiral down fellow pride follows,
Relieving fires flame of it's light.

Tonight silent is the color.
And the wind is what I wear.
Tomorrow is what we desire,
Dropping the past skin and years.

Aggravation the deepness unaware-for a fee.
Quivering stories holding the once better-left debris.
Filtrate the deafening lies we're forced to breathe-sounds of fear.
You crack the glass we all feel to sing-mixed to share.
Digging farther to find what I've left behind-beyond what's here.