PoetryOfInstagram
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Contempt. Sorry. Sinew. Worry. Broken dreams in the wishing well—coins given to the devil of them all. Mirrors reflecting the system, twisted trees growing listless and empty. Turn the key without a lock, open the door without a knock. Sorry means nothing when it’s a void of emptiness. The hole in the ground is inside me— A voidless wound that…
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A circle of fire burns around me, a mirror not a door, winding tales upon the kingdom, let the monsters roar. I spit the words before me, chewing upon the fat, craving sinful playthings, a slice of this and that. My audience, a gift of malice, their faces a lie, I drink from its chalice.…
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The fire licked at his heels, the devil’s putrid flesh, it peels, back beyond its humanity, the demented killer within me. A shield of blood, a mask of mud, decaying flesh, deceit at his behest. I dance within the dying days, lost within its demented gaze. I’d cry if I knew where to begin, the…
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Its darkness sucked in the light, for the mirror’s edge knew delight. It reflected life without a care, disembodied with a flair for the debonair—it sat, it watched, it waited, counting time, while we hated. Collections of images, moments echoing in time, we wove them, blessed them, claimed them as mine. But all the while,…
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A billion, and yet one, sitting within the desolate void, becoming undone. I am, or is it was? A penance, resistance, a force of nature, unstoppable. Yet here I sit, wasting away, dying, unbecoming. Did I make this fate my own, or was I just written this way? Was I something, or was I just…
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While I walk, I see forgiveness within me. I glance afar, to the furthest star, and still, I see the nature that forsook me—a waking kiss, bliss filled with piss, a savage moon on an endless tree. The cradle worn, the silken dress aplenty. I stepped, I ran, I crawled, and I bawled. The distance…
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I was, so was thee. Words reverberate around me. A song, a sign, images mirrored deep inside. But to sing, to win, to have everything, seemed impossible from within. I fell down, apathy my crown. Laid bare my lie, a minute to die.
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Tossed around, turned upside down, the plot thickens as words are written, and I call it a day. No voice, no say—things don’t compute, a hollow pursuit, worthless and destitute. I crave yet gave a kingdom for time, but nothing is mine. You called out, and I froze as the water flowed, icy and cold,…
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A deviation of my state, armageddon might be late, signals mixed up, confused, my body broken and abused. I cry a river of my own, damnation met, not mine alone. Mirror cracking, images stacking, my bitter pill I’m swallowing, in the bile I lay, wallowing. It dries up, empties my cup, tears like willows, sorrow…
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Castrated the sinner, separate the steed, a time in motion, a time to be. I gave the lasting, longer to, over the mirror, petty lies told without hope. A damsel, a dream, a dreaded slope, downward, deeper, the dance diverged, steeper, and steeper, the cliffs’ faces raised. The devil, the doomed, the sinner of all,…
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Words written into text, broken verses made to hurt, perplexed. I awoke, the world broke. Entitlement seekers, bright red sneakers. Empty plains, bullets in our brains. We seek forgiveness, dying of a man-made sickness, yet belligerent words are spoken, dreams and hearts are broken. My cup empty, a letter sent to me. Words written in…
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I slipped inside, the window beckoned. Underneath the seed, I sowed a weapon. The time, the tide, I never knew which. The persistence of time, penance for the witch. I opened, it closed, the door ajar. Sunny wisdom given to icy colds. I asked, forgiven, not waiting to know. Hello, a wave was seen. Within…
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A field of stars befalls me, surrounding infinity. Here, gone. There, go. Language the barrier, flesh the key—an understanding in destiny. Winter legs cradle mountains, bestial virgins, yesterday’s babies, cried until the sun shone through, melting the mildew. I swam, I stroked—neither did I. A vision undone, over and over, the fields, stars aplenty.
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A lonely minute in a fractured life, a broken glass becomes a knife. Bitter red spills like seas, a wicked grin staring back at me. My mirror image, my hateful self—I loathe, I hate, separated a world away. A veil of glass keeps it that way, a better place that I can’t reach. I dig,…
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The September morning breeze wafted through, carrying wisdom. It was a meeting place, and I was given wings to fly—not my own. A fairy, not fairly, we soared through the sky. Soared, yet soured by a sickness, disguised to my eyes. Lower we went, given over to the hardened fat in my veins. My stomach…
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Riddled in red, that’s what the name said. Woven in flesh, bound in sin, opening within, I never saw the last of it. Dried eyes, no tears, jagged rocks beneath my bare feet. He said it would hurt, I told him I didn’t care. I lied as I cried. It should never have been, gloating,…
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Beside the edge, I found the thread, woven in time’s endless bed. I pulled at it gently and watched the stars die. Little did I see that the end was nigh. I pulled harder, and planets exploded, the sun’s shine was no more. The thread was tied to a seed planted eons ago. Left unattended,…
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Flooded is thee, the wheel of time burns through me. I asked, and it gave, yet there was nothing to see. Over eons, a shape was defined, but given a new name, a new lie to be. I wondered, without thought, for that was beyond me. A sea, I saw, open with a roar, it…