Tag: Inner Demons
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The Obscurity of Me
Traipse narrow paths, of looking glass so shallow Ubiquitous lens, equal elitist Both discriminate upon reflection I cannot see the phantasm of that girl inside Blurred an image; smudged reluctant colors bleed through Pocked glass; smoky rainbow silver Burrowed deep, a splendor of beauty Tarnished host, to the obscurity of me ~ A.C.M.
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Expectations
We are all but hearts, with sputtering, speaking emotions and irrational brains governing for ego’s sake Within the dark veins of my heart, thrives a world of delicate lies The woeful children I once bore, of wishes, desires, ideas and needs Unfulfilled, smothered, they’re buried deep They call out to my deafened ears, and tinker,…
A.C. Melody 