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ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰 𝔄 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔟 𝔒𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔒𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢 ℑ𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢'𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶 ℭ𝔶𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

The Once Fragile

The wails of the damned cry out Drowning the fragile, the unspoken Bloodcurdling screeches echo throughout A symphony conducted by commotion Stealing the voice of the broken, a voice of doubt

Lady of Silver

There is no denying it, she was first I imagine her next to you, your arm wrapped around her As it had once been wrapped around me Sometimes I wish I were a less kind soul

high hopes, low expectations

You'll have to forgive me for being stoic. But things won't work out, and I know it. When you offered me the trip of dreams, When my success you're quick to deem Imminent and sure,

bitter

it's funny how the people you love can be the ones you hate the most

City Skyline

Manmade stars seen through ash shadows blanketing this city made numb, the unmaking of man, thread unwinding from its spool too quick to remember.

My Ars Poetica: A Different Kind of Animal

My Ars Poetica: A Different Kind of Animal Nothing turns a stomach like the rancid aura that cradles the furry carcass of a life that once was.

What a cynic won't tell you

A cynic will tell you that the world is on its way to disaster. He'll tell you that everyone is only in it for themselves.

A Silver Lining

I won’t always be your one and onlyThis love was always meant to expireI know this may come off a bit coldlyBut I know that someday we will tire

Imprecise Impressions

Trust me, you don’t want to know The thought that just flew through my head A game of quid pro quo with the status quo This cache of nostalgia makes my dread drop dead I keep craving for resolution

Selfless Defense

Take me back upon a hill, an imagery time of inconsequential deals, where love is blind, and hate is enforced, and all you can think of is substantial divorce. Oh the agony, the agony of time

Love... And Other Fairy Tales.

I think about you everyday.

Swim, Fishy Fishy

I'm a tiny little fish In a great big pond And before you fucking know it, I'm up and gone. So many memories, Not many of them good. This place was such a joke, Now I'm off

PD

(My creative writing teacher asked us what our dream job was when we were kids. This was mine.)

Bittersweet

There are these thoughts that enter the realm of my mind It’s a dark place, my mind. But somehow it is always en-lightened by the most sorrowful notion.

cynical

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