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No… yes? PMS?
Duck, feelings incoming!
Yes, no—stay? Go!
Sets strained heartstrings strumming
Where from do you come,
Waves of life unstable?
From when do you send
Your card that breaks my table?
Grow up, spilled cup
And poured milk on the tile
Down play in every way
That this was worth your while
Come back, heart attack
Shock my tired system
Not again, I can't mend
The broken bow that missed him
Duck, feelings incoming!
Yes, no—stay? Go!
Sets strained heartstrings strumming
Where from do you come,
Waves of life unstable?
From when do you send
Your card that breaks my table?
Grow up, spilled cup
And poured milk on the tile
Down play in every way
That this was worth your while
Come back, heart attack
Shock my tired system
Not again, I can't mend
The broken bow that missed him
Literature
Not Yet
I’m on the cliff of success
But too afraid to take the plunge
The rough water scares me
And the ground is the only home I know
I admit I am afraid of change
Though most my friends
Have left this place
I still alone stand on this cliff
The last one left
Feeling stiff
Not one muscle moves
Neither eye blinks
The winds are strong
My legs are tired
But I remain standing here
peering over the edge of my cliff
knowing one day I’ll have to make a move
but I suppose just not yet
Literature
Worldbuilder
I knew a man, once.
He had no name, only the name we gave him.
Worldbuilder.
I would often wonder if he had a name, or even a parent, as I watched him make his slow way down the street through our insulated little town every day. The same path, never looking up, only looking weary. No one knew where he came from, or where he went. Yet we all knew what he was.
Worldbuilder.
He had never bothered anyone, never even spoken. I suspected, secretly, that if he ever did speak, his voice would be as rusty as the old gate down the back of Nan’s farm. To our little town, he was just another part of the scenery; a phenomenon so ancient it didn&#
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Tree Leaves
Tree Leaves
I hope that you’re happy,
I hope I am too.
See, we were under a shadow.
It was lovely, true,
But when one day I looked up,
It was then that I knew
I couldn’t stay under tree leaves,
I had to see the sky so blue.
See, under that calm tree,
I couldn’t laugh like I used to.
I forgot how to be me,
And that’s something I couldn’t do.
I couldn’t look at you, closed my eyes
When I said adieu.
But I hope that you’ll smile
And under the sky that I will too.
And for all of our tree leaves,
I’ll hold those mem’ries, and thank you.
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I like how it's just a bunch of emotional text. It doesn't really make sense but it doesn't have to. Like the title says, it's just "over emotional nonsense", those thoughts that travel through the brain during emotional times.