our lines will be in bold.
expecting something different, this thousandth time
but always finding the same, relieved and disappointed
i shamble back to the darkness
i shamble back and slump down
and think of what might be if something different came
this comfortable mess i have made for myself
this uncomfortable feeling ive found.
i walk not alone in this darkness
i walk with the other broken souls that came before me
i can learn from their mistakes, grow from their failures
but how can i prevent, my own soul from making mistakes,
maybe i cant. i shouldn't. i need them to grow...
...
beauty reveals itself through means unknown, not of...
visual vibrancy of decrepit decay by way of inverse comparison
...
in a one man game of Texas Hold Em you can only cheat yourself.
so take me and use me up
or bluff everything you've got in a suicide move
capitalize this game with your poker face
your lies only look real because you've convinced yourself.
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you wrote very fitting lines. I think I need to work on my cooperative poetc abilities. When I re-read my line I can tell I was busting statistical analysis ass at work when I wrote it.
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