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societycyxx · 6 months
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“Where does it hurt”
Shadows ricochet off the wall
And choice is no longer a compromise
I don’t do all the talking anymore
I let the voices pick the poison
…Madness must be mercy
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societycyxx · 6 months
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Theres too many people that I’ve done wrong
Caught behind first impressions had me too afraid to speak
…I knew if I fucked up
While you got a little more lost in faith, love and subliminals
I became okay with being written off as a phony
I won’t be joining you in your game of charades
Im sick of putting shit together
I’m not ode to you
I can say with certainty, that I’ll leave here still breathing
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societycyxx · 6 months
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I am seriously fed up with the way my head works
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societycyxx · 6 months
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Im into how the pedestal you seat yourself upon seems to never plateau
Mistaken for obsession
And guilt tripped by the routine of being unimpressed
No one sees how you irrationally screen your own headaches
With…
The unsettling feeling of having to do things alone
Yet, here you are…
Stacking sweet dreams over bitter objections from those who wish to pend your life
They don’t know you outside their own head
They bought a blurred vision of you
“I won’t be a stolen romantic”
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societycyxx · 7 months
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If you could hear the bitter hesitation as I did
You would excuse my mind as it wanders
Spotless…from the lack of attention
I’ll never shake hand of guarded intentions and feint enthusiasm
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societycyxx · 7 months
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You use to talk about the things never seen
Your distracted attention never allowed the screaming in your head to cease
Could we fix you, even if you broke
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societycyxx · 7 months
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I treated my life as if it were an exotic animal
Placed in cages that I assumed was for protection
For many, heaven was stolen and given to hell
Sold
Rumored by bidders of the highest price
Only to swap proprietorship for a broken down deluded amenity
A spinner of the night
A desert sky fills my mind
My nose spills
I’m sleep deprived
And sovereignty is only felt in a bed of fumes
Everything that glitters…can be sold
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societycyxx · 7 months
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I dropped out of karma…
Never again to be caught up in distain
I dont seek to place roots
Instead, I seek discovery
My voice wavers
A spaceship that carries essence of me
I chose to give space for arrival
Not to solely be in the moment
Rather to understand capacity of self
There are many moons
And a thousand suns
None of which are finite
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societycyxx · 7 months
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This whole blog is just a conversation I am having with myself
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societycyxx · 7 months
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I’m a boy
Who randomly tries out of nowhere
With inspiration that seems to sit on a rolodex.
Often misunderstood
A habitual over-thinker
Who seems to always see the best in people
Frozen Sun
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societycyxx · 8 months
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It’s okay to remember
To remember the things I once held near
I must continue to fly
To brave the hurricanes
There’s a storm within my heart, primed with freedom
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societycyxx · 8 months
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Vacancies…
Once held hostage by constant brawls in the street
We’re the memories I cling to
Warm…
From the unsettling riot within my heart
…I’ve thought too much
Now there seems to be no air left in my lungs
I can’t hyperventilate
I can’t panic
And there’s no way out
I found myself within you
Warm embraces became the remedy
If I can’t keep it all
It doesn’t mean a thing
You became like a stranger to my heart
Only to now feel the causality
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societycyxx · 8 months
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Do you know when you lost her?
When I stopped putting her before me
When I realized it was okay for me to be selfish
When I realized it wasn’t her fault that I put her on a pedestal
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I gave immense amounts of attention and consistency…to my own detriment
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societycyxx · 8 months
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Do you know how you lost her?
I wasn’t ready to accept the love I was looking for
But only scared because I didn’t want to lose myself again
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I…
Habitually fall into obsession
I love bomb
And go on honeymoons that lasts for what seems to be years
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societycyxx · 11 months
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Vacancies
Taken and left in ruin
Questioning what was the point of risen
Rooms painted in all white
Wanting to keep what was never in the horizon
Casualties spent
Realizing I couldn’t hold on
Watching the castles made of sand slide through my fingers
Ashes to ashes…it all falls down
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societycyxx · 11 months
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“I don’t wanna hurt anymore…”
So you hung up your love
Only strapped, secured by tatters of old bone
For you, your love never felt so strong
You persevered for hope
But your face never looked so small
You thought the guard of self and peace would inspire
And now you say to yourself:
“…Parts of me can’t be restored”
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societycyxx · 11 months
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Even as god stood,
Trampled across your grave
You begged for more despair
As if mortality was never anything but a dim lit light
You were a masochist…
Your headstone reads:
“How did I sacrifice myself”
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