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My heart is racing
Filled with adrenaline
As the threat comes closer
The threat of my own shadow
The further I run
The closer my shadow comes
I can’t shake it off
For it is my own shadow
I forget where to turn
Left or right?
Soon… my options close in on me
Snowflakes of ink soon stain my skin
A flurry of my own words envelopes me
While my shadow comes closer
She looks like me
But has a more hideous face
A gorier face
It is the zombie of my consciousness
I take a deep breath
As my other self corners me
I close my eyes
And see a light of realization
That light shines in my heart
For all to see
And I use this light
To ward off the me of regret
Filled with adrenaline
As the threat comes closer
The threat of my own shadow
The further I run
The closer my shadow comes
I can’t shake it off
For it is my own shadow
I forget where to turn
Left or right?
Soon… my options close in on me
Snowflakes of ink soon stain my skin
A flurry of my own words envelopes me
While my shadow comes closer
She looks like me
But has a more hideous face
A gorier face
It is the zombie of my consciousness
I take a deep breath
As my other self corners me
I close my eyes
And see a light of realization
That light shines in my heart
For all to see
And I use this light
To ward off the me of regret
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
Literature
Prince of Darkness
this is all i have now, little hero.
the world itself
is static and silent.
i’m breathing cold smoke
from blue flames and mining
for a spark of life
in depths that know only death—
it has come to this. eternity
is a palpable shadow, little hero.
tread lightly, or else
i may yet let you live.
as for me, i will stand
no more such torment. there is
a hunger for death
which cannot be sated vicariously.
and so—
little hero, little fiend …
your flame is still strong …
come now, bring me
to embers, to ashes, to dust.
Literature
Labyrinth of the Physical Form
You dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
Be careful,
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
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We've all done stuff that we regret, but that just makes us want to make our light shine brighter. It just makes us who we are as a person because pain makes us human. I know that from experience.
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very beautiful