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There's no light in his eyes,
From lack of tears they've gone dry.
His smile has long disappeared,
Since he fell to what he feared,
And the name he once knew can't be said,
Because he says that man is dead;
A new soul has been born,
From the death of the forlorn.
His youthful arrogance,
Has been lost from his stance,
His innocence was lost,
Individually was quashed.
Is there any fight left?
His skin's as pale as death,
Like all the blood has drained away;
His voice shakes in dismay,
At the beating in his chest,
He can't believe there's a person left.
Why must he be the man he once was,
And fight against this immovable force.
It's embeded into his body and brain,
To the core of his soul, the implants ingrained.
And he glares past the face that he once knew,
The mirror is there, but he looks right through,
Because he can't bare to see what's been done,
He wishes to the gods that he could just run,
From the shadow of self that still remains,
Why must he pretend that he's not gone insane?
The scars on the surface are nothing compared,
To the damage within, the collective has shared.
How can they understand, like they know how he feels,
When the universe is gone, replaced by the surreal.
The nightmare has ended, but he cannot awake,
He doesn't want to know what's truly at stake,
Through it all, could the real him survive?
There no trace of the man in those lifeless eyes...
From lack of tears they've gone dry.
His smile has long disappeared,
Since he fell to what he feared,
And the name he once knew can't be said,
Because he says that man is dead;
A new soul has been born,
From the death of the forlorn.
His youthful arrogance,
Has been lost from his stance,
His innocence was lost,
Individually was quashed.
Is there any fight left?
His skin's as pale as death,
Like all the blood has drained away;
His voice shakes in dismay,
At the beating in his chest,
He can't believe there's a person left.
Why must he be the man he once was,
And fight against this immovable force.
It's embeded into his body and brain,
To the core of his soul, the implants ingrained.
And he glares past the face that he once knew,
The mirror is there, but he looks right through,
Because he can't bare to see what's been done,
He wishes to the gods that he could just run,
From the shadow of self that still remains,
Why must he pretend that he's not gone insane?
The scars on the surface are nothing compared,
To the damage within, the collective has shared.
How can they understand, like they know how he feels,
When the universe is gone, replaced by the surreal.
The nightmare has ended, but he cannot awake,
He doesn't want to know what's truly at stake,
Through it all, could the real him survive?
There no trace of the man in those lifeless eyes...
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Head and Heart
My heart is cold but feet are hot to trot
The mold around my legs cracks and falls like
Eggshells, I crush them with a step.
One foot first, the way it always goes,
Now the trick, the shift of weight,
Shift, weight, shift, weight, shift, weight
Wait
There are no longer windows in this place
Walled up with brick, mortar, think, quick!
Too late, momentum gaining, knees-calves straining
My opened hand outstretched, I push through
Tear through
Rip through the wall that divides length from width and time from space
My heart is ice, my feet are keeping pace.
This was a place designed for transit
Made for communication, screaming to
Reach out and
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Logic of the Heart
It's not easy, looking at a situation in a logical sense.
You're left on the outside, watching from a distance
Listening to the whispers of regret
Trying your hardest to just forget, but
Emotions are omnipotent, they fuck with your reason.
They cause your mind to commit unlawful treason,
Upon yourself.
Take the opportunity to dissect your decision:;
It was an easy answer at the time
But doubt is a rough bullet to chew.
A choice is but a momentary instance,
The aftermath is what lasts a life time.
So you take that split second and record it,
Perpetually playing it and pressing rewind.
It's a goddamn war inside of your head,
Games of the mind
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Blooming Dream
Wandering in my thoughts and lingering in my heart is a simple field of van go’s design in which a beautiful maiden wanders like a glowing pearl amidst a sand of sunflowers. Playfully she hides amongst the flowers, comes up behind me and catches me in her embrace. Slowly I turn only to hold an image of you…As I loose this image to day I can only smile for your memory still holds me in its embrace. The pain of losing you in a moment but gaining your visage has caused me to tremble deeply for I realize it was only a dream but what a glorious thing I felt, the warm sun was beating down on me from above as a playful breeze blew the po
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I had a dream last night... about the Borg.
Surprisingly it wasn't one of those creepy trying-to-get-off-a-ship-being-assimilated or Away-mission-to-a-cube-that-goes-horribly-wrong dreams, this one was different, a lot more unimatrix zero... If it was crossed with LOST.
But anyway, not that I know who he was supposed to be, this was based on one of the liberated drones that I knew from somewhere before his assimilation. (I refrained from going into the severed limbs and physical pain of assimilation... it's too early in the morning for that, right now)
So, yeah, if it doesn't make sense that's why... It was a really hazy dream, but some parts are really clear in my mind.
Surprisingly it wasn't one of those creepy trying-to-get-off-a-ship-being-assimilated or Away-mission-to-a-cube-that-goes-horribly-wrong dreams, this one was different, a lot more unimatrix zero... If it was crossed with LOST.
But anyway, not that I know who he was supposed to be, this was based on one of the liberated drones that I knew from somewhere before his assimilation. (I refrained from going into the severed limbs and physical pain of assimilation... it's too early in the morning for that, right now)
So, yeah, if it doesn't make sense that's why... It was a really hazy dream, but some parts are really clear in my mind.
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WOW thirty-six lines all in rhymes! You're really talented. I liked that you mentioned his eyes in both the first and the last line, it grabbed my attention to the beginning again. Really excellent poem.