Everything I've Done Keeps Me Up At Night, Walking Through The Gallery Hallways Of My Mind

everything I've done keeps me up at night, walking through the gallery hallways of my mind

-s's.

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1 year ago

Silent Movie silver is the atmosphere

not of wealth, but of obsession

glint unbecoming

Yet again it rages

I want a way back inside your

Silent film that I'd die for

-s’s.


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7 months ago

Air Row

Arrow for precision

strike once into a fool so blue

wind chimes break all the silence left in you

you're dangling now, barely even breathing now,

no life left to fight for, but you notice the clouds

start to shine, and angels single you out

air rushing inside you, wind, cold and white

Is it a dream, or might I finally know now?

now I just might.


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7 months ago

Why don’t we just set off? nothing we do will be enough.

if you ever were the real deal

Then I would have known it by now 

Your nightmare, it will haunt

Never seemed like me, never indeed 

one lifeless dream, one breath ceased, empty


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1 year ago

I seem paranormal to you. it only hurts on days when I see your friends come passing by and I will talk like everything is alright but nothing good really comes out then it happens and their petty words turn to fable, all of the rumors that I heard come true a day or two later

-s's.


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7 months ago
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1 year ago

a high up spaceship light blinking rudely at night

-you are.

I can twist what I see of you,

attach myself to

a detached empathy warfare life

my weapon of choice is a dream I can turn you into

you are a spaceship way up high

blinking rudely at night


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1 year ago
Sylvia Plath, From A Letter To Aurelia Plath Written C. August 1951

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951

1 year ago

lampshade July,

lampshade hangs just to remind

Me of days that passed and died

and not one mention of you

ever did survive,

Tragic end or precious guilt,

Whatever wills.

-s’s.


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