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Headaches and noises.
Tolerance and annoyences.
Energy and sleep.
Work and fatigue.
Quiet.
Awake.
Alone.
Sinking deep between
Lightness and darkness.
Memories and dreams.
Sleep and wakefulness.
Here and there.
And floating just above despair.
Living in a dream.
Just above a nightmare.
Just below the world.
Tolerance and annoyences.
Energy and sleep.
Work and fatigue.
Quiet.
Awake.
Alone.
Sinking deep between
Lightness and darkness.
Memories and dreams.
Sleep and wakefulness.
Here and there.
And floating just above despair.
Living in a dream.
Just above a nightmare.
Just below the world.
Literature
Tastes Like...
Daddy likes to make me
Eat my words.
I see him hit Mommy
And I know she hurts.
So I tell him, to get her
He has to go through me.
And, well, I can no longer walk
And I can no longer see.
Daddy makes me eat my words
And reality starts to flood.
Yes, Daddy makes me eat my words…
And my words taste like blood.
Literature
I was taught right from wrong
I was taught right from wrong
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being su
Literature
Bacon.
Sizzling, salty, yet sublime,
yours is a flavor most divine.
A royal treat of humble reign,
enjoyed by all who ache with pain.
Fatty grease licked off of fingers,
has a taste so exquisite it surely lingers.
With a crunch, a moan, and lastly a swallow,
bacon is still delectable without a trace of marrow.
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i enjoyed reading this piece.
every line was tied to the next, and every block was tied to the whole.
my one quib is that several of the comparisons had words that are rather similar to other words that you used in different comparisons.
it is a great piece and i encourage you to continue and of coarse improve.
every line was tied to the next, and every block was tied to the whole.
my one quib is that several of the comparisons had words that are rather similar to other words that you used in different comparisons.
it is a great piece and i encourage you to continue and of coarse improve.