Our life’s but an arc
In this world in a cycle
Meant to seek freedom
But always bounded
To repeat
Category: poetry
Ransom for Throbbing Pain
Every time my head hurts
It feels like the devil pulling my soul
Away from my body
Like a band-aid
Peeling, unwilling…
Ran That Way
Then almost immediately
Drowsiness breathes heavy
A surrender flushed in
Custom
Duplicitous nightmare
Making the actors question
Certain appropriation
Of verbose
Attempts to dispose
The plaintiff’s unending
Almost attention seeking
Some Vivid Moments
Running against a blurry view
Is a thing I once thought I knew
As love
Is beating
Me in my own game
Headspace: Insomniac
Or maybe this
Is mamba mentality
Kicking in
Or kicking me
Into the direction of some purposeful hunger
Desire
I’ve yet to define
Or too lazy to actually find out
Diadem
It has to be real
I believed it
It has to be real…
the casualty at Silay
There’s nothing stronger than a made up mind…
Shrug to the Inevitable
And a stockpile of sincerest apologies
Will be dealt as never suffice
Knowing that a future of you and I
Was always ever doomed
Treading
Phrased this woven thought
The cackle was nervously
Thrown ‘cause they just thought the tone
Was begging for a comedic reaction
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