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Round and round, this endless cycle of life mapped out my fate, my freedom's a jive The path is paved, well-trodden and bare I do it blind, going through without care. My fate is decided by something unknown It's how I was born, and how I have grown Deprived of my right to decide where I'd go But there were some days, I wish I could blow. Blow up and break free from these redundancies I'm more than this cycle, please let it cease Or I would cease to exist solely from loneline

Thriving in Sadness I'm trying to get to the bottom of this chronic sadness. Why do I thrive in this agonizing sorrow? Miserably loving and romanticizing it even, letting it rule me like the tyrant it is. Indeed, happiness seems to elude me. Leading me on to this teasing dance of back and forth. Playing, toying, mocking this hopeful idiot. And so, I shamefacedly walk back to the eerie quiet Where the shadows wrap me in a comforting embrace How foolish of me to try to leave an

Fallen Angel There's this persistent question in my head. "What are you good at?" To which I answer self-deprecatingly, "Uhhh... mediocrity?" Unfortunately, I excel at being average in everything Drawing, writing, reading, living You name it, I've tried it all. At some point, it becomes exhausting Not belonging in the polars, Just there, away from the extremes. Always on the middle of the spectrum Not good enough to excel, nor bad enough to fail "Jack of all trades, master o

Something Poetic or Pathetic? It's 6 am, I am moving. Working. Existing. Blending into the crowd Mind and body in a constant state of...

I do not know what sparked and fueled this raging feeling, maybe it was a long-time process, or maybe it happened so quickly I did not...

Your body is poetry, drawn from a poet's wandering mind. a muse of longing, marvel and desire A trembling sigh of thought and dream...