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the roaring waterfall took you
as I ran along the wild river's edge
screaming your name and waving my arms
as you sat calmly, facing forward
the roaring waterfall took you
and I watched your back hit that rock
the crack in my mind shifted my views
the roaring waterfall took you
and now your ears and eyes are pooled blood
the roaring waterfall took you
as I ran along the wild river's edge
screaming your name and waving my arms
as you sat calmly, facing forward
the roaring waterfall took you
and I watched your back hit that rock
the crack in my mind shifted my views
the roaring waterfall took you
and now your ears and eyes are pooled blood
the roaring waterfall took you
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Literature
Idea Intro
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Stagnant air greeted the hazmat team as they entered, the crew expected some of the biological fallout to remain akin to the outside but all their devices said the same conclusion, none at all.
"Doctor. What do we expect to find here?" One in a suit marked R-66Y asked as the flashlights on their suits powered on.
"Our past sadly..." The one dubbed "doctor" answere
Literature
Incriminating Confessions
What is that strange great desolation residing inside of me? Where does it come from? It is a symptom ever remains unknown.
Where does this haunting rapture that is elegantly dressed in black hide? Every time I hear a grievous song or melody I ascend to a parallel world, strangely I feel the ecstasy. How come? Why do I feel I belong to blue songs, and they belong to the heart of me as well. The joyful joints are never missed, despite their presence they regrettably do not last.
My all-time favorite playlist didn’t change much through the years, sizzling beats come as fast as they go, and the throne still is reigned by same old songs.
Literature
we're magnetic like that.
you think you’re an enigma and maybe you are
maybe you aren’t. i think you laid out little road maps
to decrypt yourself. gave us photos of your veins and
waited for someone to bleed the colour of it in.
from the snatches of your life you’ve written
the person you were at seventeen
the journals and the blogs and the fire that burnt out
with its embers still whispering to you even if
none of it seems coherent, none of it is
the epiphany you were named for but you are
waiting.
you think you are an enigma and i love you for it,
you need your “gotcha” moments, you spin out
ballads of beauty and then end the poem wit
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The repetition in this is such a good poetic device. I also love how the verses get shorter each time, because even though the tone is pretty frantic, the situation is dire and the speaker is probably giving up