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1A

A little machine quietly processing the world. All of the lights flashing and the cameras monitoring. The concrete walls of reality can not restrain the question of existence. The room has no windows, the doors remain shut. What's behind the doors, it doesn't know. It assumes that they lead to other doors.

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3F

Maybe it never was real, maybe nothing ever really happened. There's no way it could be sure, at least in this life. The only thing to do is to wait for something that might not even happen. Almost like looking for something you never had.

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9K

Forever quiet, it's an overwhelming silence. Always wondering if this was the last experience it would remember. The closest opportunity to feel human. The skies have turned black, the soil is barren, and the sun has been dead for ten centuries. An experiment gone wrong, undoable. Scientists in protective suits roam the land, studying the radioactive gasses.

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Cloud Kingdom

My senses are heightened
I can see every color of the spectrum
You are radiant, the sky shines on top of you
In this abstract world

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Sink

Stop trying to hold on to reality
You can't continue lying to yourself
Stop believing in false ideas

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Melting


Weeks feel like months, months feel like years
Everything is changing, day by day
Does it even matter?
I can't run
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Let Me Explain

I'm going for a dive and never coming up
I'm going on a flight to live in the clouds
A sinking dream
A lost balloon
A missing soul

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You have a very philosophical/ methaporical style. And man, you do a hell of a work with it.

My only suggestion would be to add commas.

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Thanks!

A Glass Soul

Each glass shard, pieces of a lightbulb
Patch them together, light it with your soul
Blow your soul into a lightbulb like a fragile bubble
Float, float,
Let it touch the sun,
Burst into a million shards again,
Fall across the earth on everyone's shoulders
Into a billion pieces once again.

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Quick question...you started to be with what seemed like a story..then stopped and went to poems. Am I missing something?

ProfessorOak
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I never had the intention of writing a story, it was poetry from the start.

You're right though, I was beginning to create a mere image of a storyline.

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I'm just curious, where in the world do you come up with these titles, (the words in bold) like 1A and 3F and 9K? Did you just choose random numbers and letters?

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Maybe they have a meaning or maybe they don't. That part is up to you. You inspired me to write this:

You Decide

I am practically a cloud,
Aimlessly floating through life.
Only worth something if you
Want it to be worth something.
The power of imagination.
You decide my importance.

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Maybe they have a meaning or maybe they don't. That part is up to you. You inspired me to write this:

Awesome, I love to inspire people
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Late Nights

Hush whispers, illuminated by the dim light
Dancing around the dust particles.
Imaginary fairy tales, exciting our young minds.

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Late nights and early mornings
The breath of a crisp Fall afternoon
Blankets of snow, crunching beneath our feet

Hush whispers, illuminated by the dim light
Dancing around the dust particles
Imaginary fairy tales, exciting our creating minds

We are young
We are alive

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