My heart is darkened by anger filled with thickness and mass I can barely even utter.
My heartbeat is rapid, faster than Usain Bolt or even the greatest contender in any race.
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I can hear your blood merrily sing in your veins
I can hear your soft voice in your silence
I can see your angelic face in darkness
I can smell the cologne of your shadow
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Here I go again, by passing a loner so filthy besides garbage in great order.
The rugs she wore were as dirty as the city and town streets.
Her legs filled with jiggers invading from poverty.
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As we breast-stroke through life
We wind up at a circumstancial point
Where we have to excavate all the zeal,
Intelligence And skill
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Feels like I am in the wilderness
Jammed with fog downsizing my vision.
Striving to discover the right path but each path
Leads to the same destination, Nowhere!
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My writings are my art and my art is my life!)
The State Of Disgust
My heart is darkened by anger filled with thickness and mass I can barely even utter.
My heartbeat is rapid, faster than Usain Bolt or even the greatest contender in any race.
My breath is hard, anyone can access it. My heart is linked to my face; reason for my facial expression
My eyes are endlessly blinking and full of compassion about the future me. My nose is inhaling and exhaling air minding less of its contents.
My tongue is rolled and sandwiched by my teeth and dry lips. My skin is pale and ‘hardly' smooth showing my anxiety.
My general expression represents a sweet revenge that seems to transpire in the near future.