“But it had to be, nothing has changed, it’s the same video you watched before, right?”
“I guess. It looks the same, except for this, that wasn’t there before, or…”
“You just said it’s the same, so it must be. If it wasn’t the same, then don’t say it is!”
Tag: See Me
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The Song – 50 Word Story
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Adrift In A Tomorrow Without A Today – 50 Word Story
“D-D-Do you think tomorrow will be w-w-worth it?”
“Was yesterday, or today?”
“I-I-I, I don’t know.”
“Then yes, tomorrow is always worth the dare if you are unsure if that which has come before was worth the rising of the sun.”
“T-T-That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?”
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To Give Fearless Pause – 50 Word Story
“You want what they have, but it matters little if it’s real or fake, yet your whole life is a lie to some degree.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s a lie, maybe a half truth trapped within the confines of a wishy-washy society.”
David smiles, “You make my cock so hard!”
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Watch As The Stars End – Unhinged Poem
Watch how wide it opens, as the world around us die, as the sun, the stars slowly burn away, we run, we whisper towards the end, seeing the darkness become our normality, a victim of stupidity, a questionable ending, a lie, told through the lips of the most trustworthy face, how can eyes deceive, when the stars show no tears, when the falling comes down on you, when the flames die out, when the ending comes for me, does it also come for you?
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Whatever May – Unhinged Poem
Sounding boards around my eyes, blinkers flashing before my ears, down is around, up is beneath the ground, we are breaking, fires burn underwater, stigmata on my hand, crosses on my lawn, we are impostors, we are all pretend, stay, slip away, there is nothing new, there is nothing old, there is only the decay of what is, what was, whatever may, my simplistic murder, my rusty cage….
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Purge The Pittance – Unhinged Poem
It’s eyes judge from the corner of your room, proclaiming your pittance, subjecting you to your sin, tomorrow it will stand there again, mocking you, displaying what you have done, a punishment made only for you, by your own hands, for a sin cannot be undone, when the knife is trapped within its chest…
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A Hole Dug Again – Unhinged Poem
Dig the hole to bury the past, let it rot in a box of dirt, decaying, returning from whence it came, the body of flesh, the carcass, the sin, let it decompose into the land, let it give life to something new, something that it cannot undo, as it did you…
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Cauterise The Dead Limb – Unhinged Poem
Feel for me, I’m slipping in, I’m drowning, beneath the world that’s dying, feel my skin, feel it peel right back, the flesh within, it’s taking me, away from you, a dream empty, my eyes ashes now, I’m blind, I can’t see, I can’t feel the flesh peeling back, it’s taking me, away from you, it’s dragging me, down again, this perfect drug, that is not you…
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Distort The Affections Of Your Defections – Unhinged Poem
Defective concessions, invading our connections, vampires within us, draining each other dry, a mirror of intimacy, bathed in the static of our insanity, as we scream silently, our eyes, tell the lies, for within the god you think you may be, is eaten away by the devil you are inside…
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A Box That Does Not Exist – 50 Word Story
The torch cuts through the darkness like a knife as he searches the mountain of boxes, desperately trying to locate the box that will bring this idiotic endeavour to a climactic end.
“Just one day,” he hisses to himself as his eyes glide across the never-ending boxes like a kaleidoscope…
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To Sign My Name – 50 Word Story
“Please find your requested breakfast at the required temperature, and ready for you to digest. I have arranged for your belongings to meet you at the departure gate. You have less than an hour remaining until the door to your room unlocks. Please be prepared to leave at that time…”
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Misguided Lies Lost In The Wings Of Flies – 50 Word Story
“L-Look, maybe we need to take a break from all this for a little while, let it all get back to the way it used to be, when we were mates and not fuck buddies.”
He stands up and stares down at her with his hands tightly clenched into fists.
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Sophomore Nuances Lost In Absolution – Unhinged Poem
She cried, while I watched on, not wanting to be seen, for the time was far from right, my sickness was also my curse, a twisted little lie, a skin suit in which to hide, I toil away like a possessed infant, waiting, wanting, masturbating to the memories locked away in the eyes of my mind, storing her tears, for they lubricate that which ebbs my flow, my inner self, the devil below…
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Vindicate My Purple Haze – Unhinged Poem
Shadows on a street that has no name, glitter gliding through the snow of memories, forged in what now sounds like a fairytale, figures dancing, blood congealing where it falls, tomorrow is your day to shine, while mine was a yesterday long forgotten, changed by a today locked inside….
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My Human Disease – Unhinged Poem
Catch me if you can, but don’t catch my disease, for it’s not for you, it’s not even for me, break the walls down and suffocate the insomnia of broken sleep, a nightmare hidden inside ones mind, the monster in your head, fear the beast that torment you night a day, for you are the fear, and you are the saviour of your misguided psyche, as it’s fed my virus, my human disease…
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The Extinction Bell – Unhinged Poem
It showed no care, it showed no fear, for the woman down the street, was no different than the movie star in their million dollar homes, a tomorrow different from the today that came from yesterday, we yearn to be normal, but normal is no more, hold tight, stay indoors, weather this storm, this extinction bell that has rang for us all…
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Too Late, Too Little – 50 Word Story
“W-We were too cocky sir, that’s the only possible answer we have at this stage. Our people. Their people. Fuck it sir, everyone had the information well in advance and none of us did anything to stop it. Maybe if we had started worldwide quarantining when we first had intel….”
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A Coffee Break – 50 Word Story
“We tried everything we could to fight back, trying to outsmart it, but it mutated and grew more cunning, or we simply started to act more careless because we were winning.” He says as he raises the cup to his mouth and gently blows on it, before taking a sip.
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My Hand It Did Swallow – Unhinged Poem
A pocket of wisdom brought down from the heavens, a loneliness that cannot be swallowed, my sin my reflection, my bitterness my pill, a story of decaying desperation, a suffocating hand holdings every breath in, my cries misunderstood, my pleas disconnected, forgiveness not given but always wanted.
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Wield What Was Taken – Unhinged Poem
Feed me pepper corn dreams and sugar, lies told to dissect, lies told to remind me why the infernal wisdom should never be, fractured sin, futile communication, we strive to be, yet be are not, come, let me show you, come, let your eyes see, forever, the darkness, forever, below me…