Tag: Introspection

  • CK – Part 3 (Tongue Tied)

    Too many times I walk in,

    ready to sweep you off your feet

    in the middle of the coffee shop

    as if our lives were like the movies.

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  • Obsession

    I’ll cling to anything put before me, like a motherless child

    starved for affection, nails trenched in flesh while suckling a façade,

    another sparkling soulless idol trying to smother me in wild

    twilight haze, masquerading as the brand new, better god.

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  • The Quiet Place

    I’m scared of silence.

    I don’t savor the nothingness,

    the emptiness of loudly, softly, being me

    in the converting violence.

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