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Still I Rise | For The Ravenous

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The only thing you need to survive is hunger. On January 22, 2016. Head’s in the clouds, feet on the ground,. Daunting heights, afraid of even looking down,. Step by step, struggling to make an ascent,. Loses focus for a second, and it’s a humbling descent,. There’s a loud crash, and Humpty Dumpty’s disabled,. Other eggs ignore his pleas, everyone scrambles,. Nobody wants to be walking on eggshells,. He looks around helpless, while everyone excels,. Treading without a sound, actions speaking volumes,.

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January | 2015 | For The Ravenous

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The only thing you need to survive is hunger. All posts for the month January, 2015. On January 9, 2015. At the moment, ATM lines best describe me,. Coz right now, I’m the last person I wanna see,. Looking at the mirror wondering who I really am,. Feeling like the furthest thing from a man,. Got dreams of flirting with responsibility,. But then I wake up everyday to the reality,. That I’m too comfy in this mediocre world,. Maybe ‘overthinking’ is a mediocre word,. Two-faced like a Harvey Dent coin toss,.

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kerkeci | For The Ravenous

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The only thing you need to survive is hunger. All posts by kerkeci. On April 8, 2016. I stumbled on something I wrote a few years ago…. Have you ever had a candlelit dinner with time and chance? Where they hold you by the hand like “May we have this dance? Lap dance with no pleasure, violently grinding you,. Dust you will slowly turn into, feel time deserting you,. Pay me no mind, I’ve got the sands of time in my eyes,. Unwashed mud, because the pool was acidified,. When the Heart Murmurs. One day I&#821...

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Growing Pains | For The Ravenous

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The only thing you need to survive is hunger. On January 29, 2016. Crawling because I can’t stand this torment,. One day I’ll fly, but for now, I’m stuck in this torrent,. Bad weather and frequent domain switching,. I can’t take off because my whole body’s twitching,. Wait, I think I have my thesaurus opened wrong,. My whole body’s a jerk, singing the same old song,. My mind’s struggling to forget the lyrics,. Back and forth like a boat rocking in the Pacific,. Larr; Still I Rise. When the Heart Murmurs.

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February | 2015 | For The Ravenous

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The only thing you need to survive is hunger. All posts for the month February, 2015. Judge Me: I’m Afraid. On February 20, 2015. I saw an angel yesterday, and I’m not speaking metaphorically,. Didn’t know though, so I couldn’t react appropriately,. That is, soil myself and bawl like a baby,. And prepare to meet the God who made me,. He didn’t strike me though, but his words did,. He called me mighty and I could swear he meant it,. I’m just a mere man,. 8220;So what are you, what are you so afraid of?

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Wait | For The Ravenous

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The only thing you need to survive is hunger. On January 1, 2016. When my vision is blurred, when my lens are foggy,. When the road is rough, when the paths are dark and muddy,. When the view is unpleasant, when the future is dreadful,. When men rush, and no one cares enough to be careful,. When things get out of hand, when fingers grope in the darkness,. When feet fail as they walk on life’s oceans, into the Loch Ness,. When the waves crash, when the snaring sea thunders,. I will climb up to my watchtow...

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November | 2014 | For The Ravenous

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The only thing you need to survive is hunger. All posts for the month November, 2014. Stay… No… Leave…. On November 21, 2014. All along, it was a fever,. An illusion fueled by pyrexia,. The cold, the sweat, and all the pleasures in between,. Left breathless by the lustre of your sheen,. I threw my hands in the air, and they caught a cold,. Foresight blinded by Midas, so it felt like gold,. Only softer and warmer, with an intoxicating scent,. The more I drink of your strength, the more it leaves me spent,.

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My Abode – Page 2 – Poetry and every other thing.

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Poetry and every other thing. THERE WAS A FRIEND. June 24, 2014. June 24, 2014. There was one so endearing. Whose presence was so interesting. And whose demeanour was compelling. With consistent expression that was exciting. There was. There was! Now in one place together,. But yet they are so far away. They wanted to be friends forever,. It was a dream set ablaze. Drifting apart day by day,. They thought all was well and good. Oblivious to this reality,. That their fusion was transforming inadvertently,.

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April | 2014 | Diary Of A Fed Up Lad

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Diary Of A Fed Up Lad. Leave your facades at the door, please. Pretty Much (Un)Necessary Info. All posts for the month April, 2014. In My Shoes: The Broken-Hearted Loner. On April 25, 2014. Today’s writer is unwell (in the head, to be more specific). Ladies and gents, @sammoyd:. Do you have that picture in your head? Do you have that one image burned into your memory so deep a lobotomy can’t possibly fix? Or your parents exchanging fluid? Do you have that one horrible image? The Broken-Hearted Loner,.

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March | 2014 | Diary Of A Fed Up Lad

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Diary Of A Fed Up Lad. Leave your facades at the door, please. Pretty Much (Un)Necessary Info. All posts for the month March, 2014. Go To Bed Mafren! On March 21, 2014. I woke up like this; floorless,. Thoughts flung in an abyss I couldn’t process,. Flowless, with every stroke of the pen,. Ischemic thoughts preceding a blocked brain,. Laying on my back tossing mental sheets,. With pieces to a puzzle where nothing fits,. All the nothings fit, but in a place out of reach,. I woke up like this; clueless.