Existence freezes us collectively,
secluding ourselves in perceptions of doubt.
Petrified as fossils desensitized,
we wonder to find ourselves
with no way out
from this semi visibility that keeps us lost,
keeping us narcotized.
We,
I guess,
are sometimes not maneuverable.
Dare I say,
we muzzle the words that come to comfort us
while nuzzling ones that uncomfortably perplex our distrusts.
Not finished!
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Distrust must rust draw gilt from guilt,
uncertainty, tears when milk's spilt,
are overcome when muzzles fall
and speech proves golden to recall
life, when true lived to the hilt,
hope's scope unfussed can cope with all.
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Its' good Wendy, but I don't like the word "narcotized". If that was changed it would be great!
Paul -
This is why people stay individuals. Interdependence always carries a price tag. It's difficult for people to understand that when someone says fuck you I don't need your help, it doesn't mean that they don't love them.
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EXCELLENT!!
wow, this is thought provoking, and very engaging my friend! you haven't done anything but get better!!! welcome back, i'm so happy!
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