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Split

April 27, 2021
By unichama GOLD, Buffalo Grove, Illinois
unichama GOLD, Buffalo Grove, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Thoughts are boxes; people are spheres. One may view a box from at most six angles, while spheres are constrained only by infinity—yet, those living within humanity's limits prefer to put spheres in boxes rather than to recognize their individuality. If a psychic epidemic were to once again, we can ascertain that humanity will look the other way in favor of mundane things rather than that and those surrounding us. The biggest dream is that which is not realized.



Drowning within nectar, sweet,

A burden bears upon torn wings,

A secret love; a lie to keep,

“Goodnight,” whispered; eternal sleep.


Both hope and love,

Taunting from above,

Both heart and mind

Are no longer mine;


Drowning within nectar, sweet,

Attempting to fix unbroken things,

A sensation I may no longer keep—


Wrapped forevermore in scarlet strings.


A puppet and slave to such trivial things,

Around my limbs, thread is tightening,

Tying, burning, to you, I’ll cling—


But it’s still there, and, still, it stings.


Tears, cried of fake trust,

Born of things I hate, but must,

No need to tell, for I already know;

I’ve uncovered my feelings, buried under snow.


Our love’s saturating,

Your feelings are fading,

Mosaics are breaking—

Why can’t I stop faking?


A game of Cat’s Cradle,

Once loving, now fatal,

Hearts, hand in hand,

Intertwined, now, we stand—


It makes no sense;

Oh, why can’t I see?

Who am I now,

And who shall I be?

Untying my past,

Killing, silently,

Smiling, at last—


“Goodnight, other me.”


The author's comments:

I believe that self-love makes either the sweetest comedy or the worst of two tragedies, and this is my take on the latter.


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Hex SILVER said...
on Jan. 3 at 11:07 pm
Hex SILVER, Raleigh, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
“Homework is like medicine.... If you take too much, it can kill you,”

Your works all have a distinct feeling to them. They're not just thrown together, and they have rhythm. Mine always just reflect what i feel when I'm writing them, hence why they can be messy 😕