McDonald’s Double Cheeseburgers, Chicken Nuggets and Fries

We both still carry saccharine memories of us in our hearts front pockets. We always forget how often the sweetness of false memories decays arteries.

Nikita Gill, Fragment #5

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Plea of Essence

Heed the hum of the dandelions Hear the utters of which are unseen Cater those blushes, lavish evolutions Cater them all but fervor of sins. Hear them voices of which are longing Heed them weeps of which are grieving Heal them youth devoured by horrid and cold Claim them souls, tormented by the long lost. From shadow and glamour, let them free From the wicked and twisted, let them flee Show them golden path, let them spree Show them light, let them be.

Twisted Fate

From a distance, glimpse of human figures, I can foretell Unambiguous silhouettes, distorted facades Yearned for time to breather, befuddled and mystified I was Time had a temporary halt I am I am a descendant, uninvited, unexpected Born in time when my existence is forbiddden I am a descendant of prohibited affection Naive fruit of winter and lamentation. She departed this life in payment of my existence Breathing stopped while I just started This, i grasp, though I don't want to, Resilience, I hang unidentified, unwanted. I grew up with nothing Nothing to expect, nothing to lose Felt void, felt incomplete Puzzle harshly fitted with something unfit. I grew up with nothing No one to rely on, no one to lean on Felt sunken, felt ruined Robust vertigo, can't comprehend. Nothing right I did, in their eyes Amiss deeds, fiasco, I symbolize Is this fair for a child yearning for light? Or should I keep hushed for I don't have the rights. Wicked and vile endeavor, I see and feel Every moment in every time I kneel Good Lord, how long will this wound heal? Within me, lost hopes, I can no more deal. This is who I am This is who I was This is who I'll forever be A mistake, in times of yore, in thee.

Wrap me around your fingers, break the silence open wide

Achromatic

It was gray. It was dull. It was cold. It was sharp. Like words as weapons One stroke's enough to hurt Striking over and overt 'till colors fade Leaving all but negative tone. I watched it fade until the last drop As coldness crept down my spine While I lose all my senses And ashes turned from wine.