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An Enigmatic DeathLet us not be concerned with the enigmatic bliss of youth. Let us not find our way believing that which is not— true—existence. And let us not sneak through the hollow corners of reality, that land where myth, legend, and fable are nix. Memories blanketed, boxed, and broken—simply flatline; no pulse beats blood to hands. So let us not sit, the wake a battered gathering of empty souls mourning the loss of a friend present. Let us delve into life, experience the tragic misgiving, the unwarranted taking, and the overwhelming mystery of gift given. Acknowledge the soft wind sweeping theAn Enigmatic Death
by ~ncracerz
re: coverThrough the painted memories of ash,re: cover
(the ash you said would burn my eyes) I listen attentively to the existential
examinations of your hollow heart.
Over the solidified oceans,
accompanied by the adventure lost. Beneath your staunch glare, the caged world of simplicity in sin.
The travels of a man found fighting for a chance to live without parasitical need,
caught gasping for breath beneath the waves of your suffocating disposition.
Savored in the shade, nursed back to self in the altruistic liberty of simplicity.
by ~ncracerz
Boxed Up and Burned DownStanding briefly on theBoxed Up and Burned Down
edge of a delicately balanced impossibility, wondering what the weight of the scale was set at when she measured the volume of who I am—the mixture of circumstantial evidence not examined—the context of events passing by and around the fateful decision to cut and run without leaving a
letter explaining why.
Searching through frantically thrown pieces—situational truths
not shown proper diligence, proper
emotion. There’s too much hinging here to forget that each complexity of who I am, each measure
by ~ncracerz
Film ReelsFilm Reels of black on white on grey and your thoughts flush the past, splashing in the brutal rains of untied love, its woven hope retiringFilm Reels
into the simple facets of empty shadows you can’t feel because you don’t know what you did to get here. Lose the vacant echoes to the
children reminding you that it takes
more to infiltrate a soul than words. It is too late to
figure out a man and a woman and a direction to staple the flyers of dreams lost, strewn across t
by ~ncracerz
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