Sounds: SR P3 99,30

She rages in a war against pollution,
while he makes an intrusion.
Hoping for a solution,
to stave off the fusion.
The world in collusion,
serving your retribution.
We've come to a resolution.
Nothing but an illusion,
guilty for delusion.
(this poem leads to confusion...)
Let's start the revolution!

Artist otD: Michael Jackson, Requiescat in Pace

spewing words

tired of all the Beautiful People,
whispering and winking from glossy pages.

sick of shrill voices,
shrieking after the next.
- from dance floor partner
to bed heater.

leave me be,
walk on by.
I don't want your eyes
or default smile.

sometimes I want to hit rewind...
would you be so kind?
help me unwind.

to redo, reset and begin anew.
but, where were you?

I have what I need,
and maybe more than I deserve.
Quick flashes of Verve,
but I want more as a reserve.
I want to do the grand of planting a seed.

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and the otherside is the opposite but still fits in the same reality

Artist of the day: Atreyu

I sharpen my nails with my teeth
trying to carve out a new form
leaving skin shavings

I tie up roses with wire
amusing the thought of b

The smell of rain
shaking the foundation
I'm merely a breath away from living

Stems intertwining
thoughts shining with their abscence
-
"Stop trying so hard"
-
am I finished? I don't know..

Song at the mo': The (Shipped) Gold Standard

She paints me feathers so I can fly.
He hooks downturned corners
and drags out a smile.
And I'm sprinkled with sugar from their words.

Fuled by love I feel closer to my destination before I even taxied out.

Goddess... stop!
A number makes half a girl cry.
Overusing words,
I do not crackle nor spark.