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small steps for small chest stabs.
i’m seeing things
no, not like hallucinating
i’m seeing signs that keeps coming in rush to the point where my heart stings like a small stabs in my chest.
my body feels so ripped off from the inside
it’s like a full blown panic attack.
put me on electric shocks until it hits the right nerve on my brain,
until i start to feel better again.
cry to the rhythm of my heart
i fought myself for too long
i’m not having any regrets anymore
the only regret i have was being too scared
to say a word.
too far gone to make me stay
up all night longing to the words i never said
when they need to be said
but
there’s new beginnings in different places
the shadow always follows the moon
unfortunately the moon doesn’t always appear as same as before
here lies the truth of changing
where we share each other’s pain
and how it was pouring rain
asking God to shower away all our problems
while you’re chasing the wrong people for explanation and clarity.
- m.s.
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something in between.
permanent frowned lines on my face
tried to seal my mouth, but the stitches kept on bleeding
i built a circus in my mind where it spread out like a disease
despite being sore,
i will always crawl back to it in my sleep
i can’t tell the difference between my mind and heart,
so i justify it as my intuition.
it hurts so much,
i started crying my past tears that were stuck in the back of my eyes
feel my lungs full of air, yet not fulfilling.
i always end up in the same position
there’s no point of questioning,
if there’s no answer to what i concur.
- m.s.
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"By February I would be gone” I said..
The sky began to darken
as the weight of my shoulders started to fade
Tried to believe a reason to stay,
but it did not last long.
I put my headphones on
while I repeatedly listened to
"Sleeping in" by The Radio Dept.
I looked at the window and started mumbling those words,
"I Know it's not my place" as I wept in the backseat like a baby.
A display of uncompleted poems stacked in my room
diaries covered with dust
and my lungs filled with rust
and maybe I'm just a person to waste your time with and nothing more.
This vault never been easy to be solved.
most of the paradox were an illusion to the minds.
Their faces change as they bullshit their way out through their teeth.
I bit my tongue so hard it got tangled up.
Blood vessels and solid iron
they remind me of grief and love
same taste yet different substance.
Hundreds of papers scrapped by an outrageous burst,
but the ink always find its way to write your name.
Throughout our conversations, they seem scripted like a talking machine only answering what you want to hear.
A whisper of change
Comes within a distance from an empty line
If i don’t hear it, it might go away
but the closer I get, the more I lose its noise.
m.s.
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if love is a feeling, then why i don’t feel it?
aimless love took us for granted
funny how the best things can’t last forever
as much as i wanted to stay
a part of me loves to leave it all
but the love you gave me, will never fade away.
m.s.
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“afterthought”
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“Oblivion love”
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“untitled”
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souls crushing down
death been holding me back
the clocks are ticking
the clocks are ringing
a whole lot of shit to take care of
a little time to rest up
up until dawn on a sunday morning
quiet enough to remember the pain
thoughts are spiraling
minds are drowning in air
storming ideas of an empty reality
just to see it crumbled in people’s illusions.
- m.s.
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“a daily vision” written by me
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“last wave” written by me
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“spotless mind” by me
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inspired by @tiredandlonelymuse “lonely is the muse” latest single <3
while i am still picking up the pieces
and tearing down the rest.
and all of “mine”
turned into “never mind”
and when you discover all of my lines
i’m not going to hold you back
you can go and i will watch you leave.
and i know i will remember you longer than I’ve known you,
like a closed wound bleeding out of my throat.
wasted all my days changing everything to fit flawlessly for you, until i didn’t recognize myself anymore.
and all i could hear is the voice in my head
telling me to runaway before it slows down the drain.
m.s.
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while i am still picking up the pieces
and tearing down the rest.
and all of “mine”
turned into “never mind”
and when you discover all of my lines
i’m not going to hold you back
you can go and i will watch you leave.
and i know i will remember you longer than I’ve known you,
like a closed wound bleeding out of my throat.
wasted all my days changing everything to fit flawlessly for you, until i didn’t recognize myself anymore.
and all i could hear is the voice in my head
telling me to runaway before it slows down the drain.
m.s.
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[skin] written by me.
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i realized how much the silly little things reminds me of you.
i realized that i can talk to you more often by just looking at the moon.
unfortunately i sometimes get distracted of how it used to be and how it is now.
stillness of understanding that it can hold a lot of weight inside of something fragile.
within elliptical orbit i showed my comets to a stranger i now no longer know.
m.s.
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sometimes in life when you get what you want it, it will lose its meaning.
and sometimes when you get something unexpected, it will be your everything.
m.s.
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took a dagger and got blood on my hand.
i want to take the power out of the beast in me.
hidden by some seams of old schemes.
into their shadows they grow.
leaves falling off and on.
as you move towards the stars.
they will be gone farther than you know.
i shall never let it demonize me.
m.s.
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