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Trying
to find oneself, trying to be...
.Someone.
where am (i)
in this
World?
why am (i)
Here?
Stuck in
l I m B o
and
p s n
a i g
s
Life
as it passes me
I am still .lost. in life
to find oneself, trying to be...
.Someone.
where am (i)
in this
World?
why am (i)
Here?
Stuck in
l I m B o
and
p s n
a i g
s
Life
as it passes me
I am still .lost. in life
Literature
Prayer For The Forgotten Child
I heard your heart break.
it sounded like the ocean was crying
salted tears and holding br ok en
coral in her blue arms.
"never to be," you cried as you fell through the earth
with battered wings.
I called to you but my voice
was lost in the storm above
the skies where the angels
prayed for forgiveness.
you were forbidden to enter
the land where the clouds
touch the earth and the trees
sing forgotten melodies.
I will wait here for you until
the days grow cold and
nights turn to
Literature
things you lost this year.
your virginity. a keychain
from your dead mother
you kept
in your pocket. your lucky pencil.
luck in general.
a pile of post-it notes
that said
fuck you, life
and, my flowers don't grow anymore
and, i'm not a flower
and, i guess it doesn't matter
because i'm still not growing.
your guiding star,
even though
it was only
on your ceilling. a sense
of urgency. the belief
things will get better.
the person
in the mirror
you thought
you knew.
Literature
lost
hourglasses and umbrellas casually change colour as if it's nothing
you're (in)different
childhood tragedies are buried in the silent soil with solid shovels
you're pathetically in denial
how clouds wave goodbye every day, how memories are loathed
you're a fool for forgetting
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"Everyone carries a room about inside them. This fact can be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say at night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall."
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Love the uncanny use of lower and uppercasing. And how that g is almost lost in passing. Once again the structure is beautifully executed. And the message, lost in itself - permits wonder and despair accordingly.