Cole Severns Poems

Still beating.
Pumping oxygen.
Reptilian brain.
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Rejection.
Burned deep into my insides.
Obscured by a thin veil.
Fleeting hope's eternal torture.
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Vegetation sprouting lush through the by-gone reprise of inconsistencies between neglect and obsession.

The indifferent infatuation that forced out the brilliance of a captive movement.
Muffled by the flotsam and jetsam of deafening cries for attention and disruption.
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Futility.
The negotiations between future and past have reached stalemate.
No hope of reconciliation.
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Desperate yearning.
Saturated in hopeful delusions.
Spawned by the invisible toiling efforts of superego preservation.
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Shackles of the status quo's bondage to the metric ton of neatly
alphabetized and color-coded subgenres.
Serving to feed the motivations of inspirational status seekers. Driven by the self-serving hidden agendas of monetary and emotional greed.
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Blind wanderer deep in foul territory.
The hazardous lonesome desire.
Seeking the reciprocal.
Satisfaction of a basic need.
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Sharpened axe.
Vast and immense piles of damage.
Wasted, man-made objects of a previous cause kept us trapped in this dungeon of good intentions.
Weakened by the force of it's overbearing weight.
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