chlorine
I am free, therefore I am lost.
- Apr 12, 2019
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Okay (4th time editing) , I'll make this thread for anyone who likes to share any sort of thing, it can be poetry, lyrics to a song you composed or liked, a brief story, a drawing, a doodle, whatever you like. If the content is not original (written by the person who posts), please specify or quote the owner. It doesn't have to be anything fancy, so no worries, post whatever, I myself write sometimes but it can be stupid or cringy so pls no judging.
I'll start with something I just wrote:
I'm breathing clouds of metal,
my lungs are boiling like a kettle.
I wish they could be emptied
cause there's already more than plenty
Of all these words
which are not even heard
by all the tiny mockingbirds
That fly around inside my ears
and with their songs of tears,
they bring my fears
Up to the surface,
and with them comes the usual purpose,
one of burden, one that is uncertain.
With them also comes a certain clarity,
one that lights up my insanity,
Which I care for like a childhood friend,
who will keep me company till the very end.
And my end I wish was near,
and that, I think, is very clear.
So everyone around me
thinks it's key
That I'm to be fed with their pity,
though I don't find that very gritty.
So to conclude this trip of misery,
I will leave them many mysteries
And that, I consider it my victory.
Sorry if it's long or for eventual mistakes, English is not my mother tongue.
I'll start with something I just wrote:
I'm breathing clouds of metal,
my lungs are boiling like a kettle.
I wish they could be emptied
cause there's already more than plenty
Of all these words
which are not even heard
by all the tiny mockingbirds
That fly around inside my ears
and with their songs of tears,
they bring my fears
Up to the surface,
and with them comes the usual purpose,
one of burden, one that is uncertain.
With them also comes a certain clarity,
one that lights up my insanity,
Which I care for like a childhood friend,
who will keep me company till the very end.
And my end I wish was near,
and that, I think, is very clear.
So everyone around me
thinks it's key
That I'm to be fed with their pity,
though I don't find that very gritty.
So to conclude this trip of misery,
I will leave them many mysteries
And that, I consider it my victory.
Sorry if it's long or for eventual mistakes, English is not my mother tongue.
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