Closing The Song Around Me
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We're supposed to be a
family within this circle;
this likeminded circle
of a minor vocal plethora.
There's already
so much irony
going into this concept
meant to be so beautiful
and homely;
we come together as one
yet we don't all
see each other in a positive light...
I can't feel my thoughts
but this one stings,
and sitting in the bunch personally
stimulates my tear ducts
and unusually
leaves the aftertaste of
a bitter chemical
sliding back in my throat
as I heave in clean air.
As closed-in as we are, and
as knitted our own divides are,
I was especially gasping while choked
at the thought of
my outcasted nature
closing such in even more...
Guilt Without Its Existence
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Everywhere I turn,
electrocution sounds out
every syllable of my name.
There's no escape,
yet I don't know how I got here.
An unexpected yet
shrouding guilt warns me
of what's yet to be discovered
even when not applicable,
and there I drown in
immeasurable possibilities
and a skittish takeoff
in one suffocating place.
When The Migraine Begins
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How are my eyes still intact
while I'm lying here, thinking
that they are bound to keep sinking,
catalyzing my struggle to relax?
Like slithering ooze
leaving lava tracks behind
and reaching up to my skull
as they maintain their apathetic flow,
hiccups yearn whatever's ailing
to slide out from my throat,
but instead taking such frustration out
on my every cognitive duty.
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Cognitive Sweat
PoetryA series of poems focused solely on a plethora of emotional encounters; from a heart-pounding crush to mental manipulation, as well as sadness, frustration, anger, and emptiness. From wonderment to jealousy, to many more features of our respective c...