dying by day ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･no. 4 in poetry 11.20.20 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ © VANGOHS, 2020

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a collection of poems.

I sit at my keyboard my mind chasing thoughts. A title? A description? What category does "angsty teen poetry/memories belong to". Excerpts of literal drowning, metaphorical drowning, and happy anxiety. Broadcasting my emotional torment wasn't enough? Welcome to tags, language, and rating. Is depression considered mature? ^excerpt of creating a Wattpad story.

look into the mirror of that dark sleep of mine the enchanted circle of death-absorbing words sow the sounds that love they are what they are tomorrow in the womb of slumbering waters I remember

a twisted tongue is only alive at midnight : early poems circa: the old days

(2020) ⠀

chirping crowds babbling bubbles feeding the moon in cheap oblivion silent yews as new as day what message those chosen few full pages scraps just words unwritten unsaid gift surrendering to time-absorbing dreams delving into pathless truths piercing thorns drawing the sting of life and the thought of this hazardous quest risking it all rising Lazarus

talking about trips don't trip don't move don't groove sitting in street poverty such cross nailing you down in the tomb of lost paradise eating at your brain your eyes your infinite holes piercing the guts of well-fed bourgeoisie never gave you a penny what fear they tumbling down your nameless night sucked up into the pit of your desire ever forgetting the laws of herdy life us folks too dumb too spoilt too bribed naturally striving to crush you in filthy squares and let you die in the fire of your extinguished stare and the why of hunger gnawing abandoned in cardboard bare just ignored your ruin in native rug dreaming of plains and flapping wings of eagles white and black plummeting your body shaking essential truths unquenched

running through the hallways of my heart ･:*:･ﾟ2020