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Dead End There is nothing left to write, she wrote.Dead End by ~antheima123
Her head was high, her mind was clear;
Yet shook she as a skittish goat
When the manxome butcher comes near.
There's nothing more to write, she wrote.
No words are left to tell.
There's nothing but nothing, but void and mote-
Her heart is beating very well.
The Funniest Thing Is that I don't even care anymore.The Funniest Thing by ~antheima123
Every day, every minute, is a gift.
Every second in a minute in an hour in a day
Is a gift
God-sent, but blessed by Mr. Lucifer
Godbless'imtoo.
My body sometimes wakes at night:
Sweat-broken, unable to sleep.
The body saves itself from damned blight
I do not want to wake, yet I will.
In these nights
The heart beats rough on bones, the lungs-
distilled
Almost forget how to collapse,
How to heave, and heave, and heave.
It is not easy, birthing my world every night,
Waking up into it ever
Burning Bridges They burned the village downBurning Bridges by ~antheima123
A year ago, it was long before your time.
The ashes fled (I remember it still)
Like great grey ants on the small green hills
Covering them with frosty brown.
They burned the village three years ago-
but in my mind it burns still.
I wish there was
Some way to go
Back to the village, back to those hills.
stasis to be invisible, one muststasis by ~antheima123
know the deepest, most heartfelt chasms
of the soul. One must know emptiness gradients the whole
and is part of it.
One must be aware
that all is aware: beware, be very aware.
but for each price there is a prize, a hole
fulfilled, though previously there was none.
And that, indeed, the point.
I think of this as we two intermingle, my void and your void
-O dear reader who invokes these words and their meaning-
As we both struggle to create
Something more than a void.
Sta.sh
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you didn't know you were my best friend? yeah! you like me a lot! X3