Bit of a cockup in original posting -here goes!

Their Favourite Things

 

Teardops they’re shedding; with lies they’ve been smitten,

“Bright sunlit uplands” still promised for Britons,

Brown paper packages, no attached strings,

Those are a few of their favourite things.

 

When reality bites, when the truth stings,
When they’re feeling sad,
They’ll simply remember their fa...

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Coarse dusky pink petals
sprinkled with fake crystals
promising a forever
but, smells fake...
I'd rather keep it real
even though it'll fade
in a day or mostly two,
its sweet scent will linger
forever in muse...

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Slowly slowly,

A cynical way of crying calls for silence.

Tears become unconventional objects

that could be wiped off from my cheeks

and wiped back on clothes,

until the wet leaves no mark of existence.

Hush-hush,

The pain would go away

and vanish with no trace,

as though it is meant to remain unknown.

By then, all will be well, and the scars shall

thrive in preten...

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No matter the agony that comes with exposure,
To have you no longer whirling inside,
It's all worth the investment.
As if to reverberate for the sake of lucidity.
I must see my own thoughts,
Here before me,
To understand,
An assurance that I can ground myself.
More an elaborate attempt at conversing with ones self.
You are my mirror,
Into a world founded on my fingers yearning,
To let y...

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Every single waking moment.
A mental strife,
Please remember.
Why can't you just do that one simple thing?
Why can't you stop?
Find peace for once,
Make it easier for everyone you say you care for.
Where am I?
What was my goal?
I feel like you remember,
I can see it in your eyes,
You know something about me that I don't.
Please, won't you tell me?
I need to know,
Why won't you tell m...

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