Cognitive Sweat

Outside

A Non-Familial Pattern

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This nest is made of thorns

and heat leaving such

doesn't exist;

minuscule lines of ice

keep me stuck yet shock me

at every inch made;

I was a helpless bird

confined to a pain-injecting home.

However, the sky may exude

the sunshine while

the thorns only grow longer

and sharper, and

with that I got too attached,

forgetting about the typically

chilled climate,

another outer space

atop the planet Earth;

it felt like death but

I was struggling to breathe impeccably,

and all within the stifling cold

and stiffening clutch

of knives surrounding me.

Maturity Thermometer

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Bipolar,

the typical,

surrounded pressures

are the climates

of the world.

Winsome laughter

cannot be seen or heard

after entering two decades, and

bodily vices are often flaunted

before the first decade.

Congested pressures in a vast land?

How ironic.

A world of possibility with

fumes masked as poise?

How toxic.

Little Doors, Vast Portal

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Little steps

add up.

The apathetic, shortened days

lead to wanderlust 

beneath a sea of possibilities.

Paper cuts

heal over time.

Life moves on

and reveals unexpected

treasures.

The little places

add on to the trail

to the astounding,

only to wind.

Life Is Art

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Colors run ramped

even when standing still