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The countdown's started, and I'm paralyzed
The timer's ticking, and I'm petrified
Held in Limbo, desensitized
I said I wasn't scared; I lied
The days pass in a blur
My thoughts reduce to a slur
Pushing through that extra mile
Waiting to stand trial
Holding on to this thread
Connecting me to reality
On the edge of insanity
I lie in wait
Hanging on to the edge
Fingers trembling with emotion
Categorizing my destruction
I lie in wait
And here I wait, unchanging as stone
Here I wait, wanting to atone
I'll hold on to this crag till my last breath
Silent in life, silent in death
The timer's ticking, and I'm petrified
Held in Limbo, desensitized
I said I wasn't scared; I lied
The days pass in a blur
My thoughts reduce to a slur
Pushing through that extra mile
Waiting to stand trial
Holding on to this thread
Connecting me to reality
On the edge of insanity
I lie in wait
Hanging on to the edge
Fingers trembling with emotion
Categorizing my destruction
I lie in wait
And here I wait, unchanging as stone
Here I wait, wanting to atone
I'll hold on to this crag till my last breath
Silent in life, silent in death
Literature
today, I am immortal
I put off writing this letter
because I was either afraid
acknowledging you
or was too choked up and mad
that you were now
a part of me.
And for a time you were just
writing material,
something I forced on paper
when inspiration didn’t hit
or decided for a hit-and-run.
You were more and less of this false friend
depending on the strength I had
to deal with you.
You rained more than cumulonimbus clouds
and seeped the earth more than
the sun herself,
that you
barely
left
dust.
So sorry for the long wait,
bu
Literature
Synesthesia
Music rains on my eyes, tasting grey, smelling of stars.
Literature
A Closet Deep
They're not hiding they were forced
judgement worst
with mumbled retorts
quivering red lips sobbing
muffled rebuttals
It's your fault
for
being
you
that sickness
infecting
you
turn the tumblers of coal
they don't want the world to know
who you are
who you have been with
who you kissed women or men
some are forced in catacombs thick
for their closets are deposits
of
fear and shame
for the hand that closes the door
other hands will open them
for you
ones who warden you
Have already confined themselves to claustrophobic cells.
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Sure is exam-like. I used to have bad test-anxiety to where I actually puked once but I have gotten better.