@ A Glitched, experimental poetry with a loop twist inspired this. I also want to say that this is a precursor to something else.
My memories flash like neon lights in an abandoned city.
Each blink reveals only shaards of you, distorted and ra raaw!
Love has become a loop loopooop!
Yet spinning me until dizzy, but the ever-lasting hollowness.
Sounds are too loud, and the voices are too sharp.
Everything repeats like a broken record stuck on an endless Darkness with the promise of morning after the misty fog.
I'm drifting outside of myself, numb to feeling, tracing patterns in my mind that once COULD have been you and i.
I carry your name, yet another scar under my tongue.... Yet I bite down still...
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Jasper Blackwood
Married and grounded in love. Investigative journalist driven by truth, not trends. I mentor, lead, and confront systems—not symptoms. Tension sparks action. Injustice fuels purpose. Believe. Act. Change.
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