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Escape Looking around like a rabbit trapped in a wolf's den, perception confused and distorted, like a broken mirror. but it is safer than the outside, or is it? how to reach the outside? it is through the shard, with the wolf. is there no other way? perhaps, with some well-executed jumps? blood rushes freely from the cuts. bad jump. maybe again? another, somehow different, inside the den. "come, follow me." no, can't trust, can't love. one more jump should do it. more blood. "Come, follow me." nothing left, trapped, with the emptiness of fear. "Come, Follow Me." trapped, with no hope. "Come, Follow Me." one step, then more. "That's good, keep cominEscape by ~Trit
Flying as the Kleenex Flies flirting with the airFlying as the Kleenex Flies by ~Trit
softly caressing
diving, dropping
uncharted movement
doing the unexpected
trying to avoid capture
it is caught
like a leaf in the breeze
like a streamer at the smallest party in the world
like a mist, swelling from the rain
like an ancient piece of paper, finally penned
life finds fulfillment, in a moment.
A Dream of Dreams I float on a sea of thoughtsA Dream of Dreams by ~Trit
the whispers of memory blowing
the fire of want and need
the engine of my mind is far below
resting in a valley of thorns
the white froth of the waves cradle my soul
as the swan awakens the wary white willow
the sun has smiled and gone
and the stars sing me to sleep
I sink into nothingness
a mother holds her son
a sky is devoid of clouds
a room is undecorated and white
and so, I dream...
Everybody's Filth Darkness, as cold and black as a lizard’s tongueEverybody's Filth by ~Trit
snatching flies from the air.
It washes over my body like a bath of ice cold water
in an old, rusted tub.
the Darkness of fear, loneliness, and insecurity,
the third is the midnight of the three.
casting its cold, wet spray on every aspect
of my days, and especially my nights.
The night is when it catches me
I am a stone
to some, I have the green moss of kindness.
to others, I have the cracks and crevices of wisdom.
to others still, I am simply a stone,
one that can be held onto, or tossed away to be swallowed
by the tide of life.
I am not a stone.
I am an empty shell, c
Sta.sh
