Bodies in the Gears of the Apparatus / Despised Icon
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I used to think too much within this detatched torpor. Sat with you, sun-drenched by radiant limpidness. Exalting vibrations of positivism emanate from your perfect nature. The intermittence of stirring lips reminds me of figh frantically demanding to breathe. The way they danced made me believe you were speaking. Stories you have been telling for hours. Words aligned in a slogan of absurdities. The word interpreted by your materialist constitution came from your deepest sentiment (I don't exist). Obviously you have been gifted with the most precious piece of the puzzle. An emblem can be artistic and attractive but its meaning can be aimless and unreasonable. Sporadic abstractions. Through your fractionized sculpture, Your world intertwines with mine. Resulting in something horrendous. The last dance is just another story...
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
Estranged. The bliss of a young man smoothly slivered in an instant. Obscured memories puncture through an opaque blindfold. Eyelids carved swiftly with oval shaped incisions. A branch in one self's fortitude reveals a radiant smile struggling to re-surface. Nostalgia plays its sniveling violin. I bleed pristine tears. Recollections of the son I once was. Stabbed my past with oxidized scissors and turned away. Awake to salvage what is left before it dies away. An oath destined to be forgotten. Strong words are nothing more than heartfelt clichés. The times have changed and so have I. Childhood dreams reduced to pale aspirations. Familiar faces have shed their skin, spawning a new found identity. A never ending pursuit of distinctiveness as blurred strenuous bonds in its path. Awake to salvage what is left before it dies away. An oath destined to be forgotten. Strong words are nothing more than heartfelt clichés. The loss of innocence. The end of innocence approaches.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025
Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit. Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice have turned sour once more. Upon my head lies a bright neon halo. Its blinding light can only appease one's insipid resentment for so long. The weight on my weakened shoulders increases as you recover sight progressively. A disposable smile discretely veils my contempt for your significant innacuracy. Words have never been this painful. I beg on my knees to win your acceptance. Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit. Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice have turned sour once more. Upon my head lied a bright neon halo. Its blinding light has faded. I should have known better. A day will come, when the ties that bind us will be severed. Only then will you know how much I have resented your company. That day will come.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025