imagine if you forgot to breathe
on your very next breath
imagine if you had real control
of now of life of then of death
imagine if just for a second
that you could step away from your soul
what would come to your mind in this instance
how would you explain your role
imagine if only for a slender moment
that you are completely and truly free
free of the many mental shackles
shackles you can't feel or see
imagine inside the angst and anxiety
get in deep rip it apart and inside out
curl your hands into defiant fists
lift them and rant and scream and shout
imagine if you forgot to remember
what would you want to win or lose
another visceral gut feeling to explain
another beautiful excuse to use
imagine and i ask just a moment
i have need of someone to explain
what would you give and how would you live
if you were able to start again
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Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor6 days ago in Fiction
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What would I give and how would I live if I was able to start again. Hmmm. Not sure what I would give but I would wanna live in a way that I'm brave to stand up for myself, against bullies, friend, family and the world. To always put myself first and take care of my wellbeing. To not always try to make everyone happy but instead try to make myself happy. To live for myself. Loved your poem!