Is this what’s called insanity
Or am I just a lonely soul
A preference for profanity
To make myself resemble coal
x
In excess and extremity
I pour and over-pour, it’s true
And I don’t see a remedy
For how I’m poring over you
x
‘Cause I have tried to lose my mind
Just to erase you from my brain
But in the end I always find
That I held on throughout the pain
x
And if I did choose this to end
I’d want to say that I saw you
Now all that’s left is to press ‘send’
More words for you to look straight through
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Insinq Datum
I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 5000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.
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Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 8 days ago in Fiction
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