Exiled is a journey into the shadows of the mind, where desire and despair collide in raw verses. These poems pulse with darkness, drawing inspiration from the depths of depression, exploring the seductive allure of pain, and the irresistible pull o...
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Mud-Raised
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I once danced in the mud, my playground of filth and forgotten puddles, Diving headfirst into microcosms where bad things swam like fish, Things they said would clog my mind with messy memories, and fuel the reckless rush of my young, wild blood. I played 'til the moon bled into the horizon, And my shirt turned into a canvas of dirt, Making my mother wonder if birthing me was ever the right choice.
I played like it was an art form, mastering games with no rules, Until my limbs grew heavy with exhaustion, Until I forgot I was just a fragile blob of mortal flesh. The sun would sink, and hunger gnawed at me like a reminder— But I didn't care. The whole world was my home, And home was wherever I didn't need to think.
I played until thoughts faded, Until my childish laugh burned my skin with the taste of freedom, And I played. . . And played.
