Poetry Useless Thoughts

Prodigious Mage

Well no one died, that's always a plus in my book.
Glass Hearts

In my hands, I hold my heart.
It is glass.
You can see it beat.
And you can see it stop.
It is clear.
My emotions bared to the world with every action.

And sometimes I squeeze.
And it shatters.
The pieces cutting my palms.
Digging into my forearms.
I can see it.
I can feel it.

And somehow, I just hold on tighter.
No matter the blood running down my arms.

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Fear

My breath stops.
My chest seizes.
My limbs lock up.

And all I can see if the ever looming shadow.
Of what is.
Of what will be.
And perhaps, most damning of all.

Things others cannot see.
Much less believe.

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The Vacuum Of Time

Day after day, it slips through my fingers, as cut and scarred as they are.
Day after day, it falls and blooms.
Day after day, I grasp, I beg, I cry for more.

Time is fickle, it is stretches and snaps.
It is cruel, it is kind.
It is a special kind of dichotomy.
As people love it far more than they could ever hate it.

Strange.
Day after day, it slips through my fingers, like sand.
Slips through my fingers like silk.
Slips through my fingers like time.

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Terror In The Night

It moves like a snake.
Ugly and slimy.
Charming and kind.

It talks like a man.
Rude and endearing.
Social and nice.

It's everything I want to be, everything I'm not.
Ugly, beautiful, gentle.
I think it worse.

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