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Time's Love and Hate

  Notice the time once again Laminating its officiality in the minds of the perceivers Through the flow of morality, of experience, and of the functions of life. The time, Leaning its influence and fate on the gas pedal of motion Leading us into a chasm or into greater pastures The anticipation never fades. Attracting souls together Through love, mutuality, and empathy Time interacts with experience in seemingly opposite ways. Though time attracts It also detaches From one soul to another Time fades when life collapses. Between this collapse and birth, Time runs Through enjoyment, and through resentment Time mirrors our contortion Though time continues without our consent, We learn to love the joys and hate the bads Our experiences reflect time's wishes, And we hope beyond its restrictions.
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The Pin

Without noticing my open wounds I found a pin I didn't understand it I looked at it again and again Where did this pin come from? What does it mean? The pin isn't anything It's what's behind the scene From the broken wall To the patio floor This world isn't that small So why am I so bored? The pin from the unknown It's all torn up and thrown And behind it's exterior The message was clear My head crashed into itself Refusing to commit And overthrown by anxiety And the other emotions and shit The pin is just me And the pin doesn't know of me Things happen in front of it Finally the emotions have confronted My eyes swelled  as I looked to the pin I can't stop looking at it again and again Here it is It's me once more And now my emotions  They're all torn There are many pins And this one is mine The pin really is something It's rather sublime Through this pool The pin converged And through the emotion My feelings unheard Not by others But by

Thought Machine

  I'm a commodified mentality. Idea production transcends my identity. Shouting, screaming and bellowing to be heard... Forced into a production machine; it's cold, clammy, and cramped.  Ideas matter more than emotions. Who's this product for?

DEATH.

DANCE DANCE. YOU WALK AS YOU DECIDE WHATS IN FRONT OF YOU, YOUR VISION STARTS COMING TOGETHER. DISTRIBUTE YOUR BODY, ITS TIME FOR A GOOD TIME. YOU DONT KNOW WHAT'S PLAYING ON THE RADIO, THAT MEANS ITS TIME TO PANIC. ALL AROUND YOU ARE ROGUE BEINGS. JESUS CHRIST, LAUGHTER IN YOUR HEAD WHATS THE RIGHT TIME TO SAY IT? WILL ANYBODY NOTICE IF YOU DON'T? YOUR SOUL IS STRETCHED. YE TOLD YOU RIGHT. UNTOLD TRUTHS RIGHT? BACKWARDS LIGHTING, THE LIGHT SHOULD BE ON YOU. YOU'RE THE ONE WITH ALL OF THE POWER, WHY AREN'T YOU A TOTALITY OF THE SPECTRUM OF INDIVIDUALISM? FUCK THIS. "I'M NOT OKAY" YOU TRY TO TELL PEOPLE. THIS PIECE OF WORK ISN'T ENOUGH, FUCK THEM, FUCK LIFE. but why are you so mad? "I'M NOT MAD" YOU SAY. "THIS PIECE OF SHIT WON'T HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE." YOU WALK OUT OF THE BAR WITH A CLUB IN YOUR HAND. "TIME FOR THE SHOW". BARRAGES OF HELPLESS FOOLS PASS THE LIGHT TO YOU, THIS IS YOUR TIME TO SHINE.  ELEVA

The Autistic Lemon.

  Where do thou be? Thine look so glee. Bountiful, yet he couldn't see. Triggered was thee. Disrespectful to thine POC. Grouchy, thine white savior and his noble steed. Breaking our backs, There came thine wealth tax, Yet wouldn't bring it back to thee. Cramped and unable, The steed's filled stable, Blowing back as he saw the clouds leave. Right as thine morning blew out, Thine kitchen and storage out of sauerkraut, Blinking the topics believed. You're once more on top, Wealth inequality must STOP, You're forced to slave away to be "free". Breakfast time young ward. Defeat this wretched evil, liberal, use thine sword! Dancing in thine plentiful, capitalist, jubilee. Protect thine young? Why thine evil has thou sprung? Pedophilicly rampant, and no detective decree. Epstein and his juice, The last remaining spruce, Trees were planted by his seed. Hath thou understood now? Perhaps it is thee, without a doubt, Protecting thine discrepancy.

Glowing Red

Symbols, distance, far away was he. Candles lit, on him a hit, boring was the wait alone. Great was the day. Lovely was the night. Day after day, instances of fear in his operations. Signaling the new world, constructed with rickety wood, nails bent to the surface, and tape around his mind keeping it locked behind regulation. Crushed was his soul, the day after his mother's death was the day he would have regretted being so closed. Being open wasn't an option. It wasn't there when he looked to the right as his soul danced to the song of the world, he lay his head down in shame. Abused by his own head, giving, after all, his life away to the majestic taunts of skulls and crushing bones, he lay on his back looking to the ceiling. "How does life accrue in such deadly ways?" , he would ask himself. The answer lies before him, but he hadn't wanted to face it. Creamy suds, the midnight duds, and creating a distant world for himself, passing out with his

My Precious One.

My precious one, That lies in the darkness of the sun, I fear, there's nothing I can do for you. I've remembered your cries, I don't know which ones are lies, I can't seem to see the real you. We can't look back, I can't bear to see your eyes sad, I will fall victim to the blue. Green swaths pave the road to your soul, My brain, and my heart have taken a toll, Precious one, do you bid ado? No more lying; Let's live with the stress. I know this relationship was once blessed, But now, its tainted. Our minds were once painted with swerved willow trees, And all of their dancing leaves were connected through one branch. And at that time, we had beautiful visions of having our own ranch, But these were all lost to the moon. "There are things you don't know about me", she said, And together, we split the last of our bread, As she tipped her flowers upon her head, "goodbye". I sat there, listening to the crunches of the roadside, Watching her