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I try to explain the things that I say What they mean in a particular way But with my condition of ADHD i say something, that no one can see Your wrong they say with your bad attitude Your selfish, narcissistic and really quite rude I don't like what say cause I feel it's not me But she keeps on pushing, it's you not me Im at my wits end with...

Illumoria: "The realization that every person has hidden parts of themselves, a light they rarely share" (definition from urban dictionary). there she is across the room her head in the book she is reading she looks up ever so often to stare out the window and he stands there surrounded with people secretly glancing at her wondering about...

The Joker’s divinity is laughter; his faith keeps him alive, it is his water and his bread. Among the colors he wears red would stand out, were he not so skilled at hiding his own hell. He laughs at others’ hearts, offers roses of sarcasm and knives of tenderness to lovers who kiss against the doors of his night. The Joker mocks those who throw...

I encountered you in another kingdom. I discovered the truth, in which return you could not believe. Step by step, our words intertwined—too common to turn into stone. Fingerprints converged inexorably— the miracle was painfully far. I do not reckon with prayers— everything once foreign suddenly became very near. I rose, my heart fled in...

The day then dawned and I then drove having dropped them off I hid from the Sun on my way back and there’s silence then there’s boredom then there’s an urge to pull, to push, to sway to dissolve this solid heart in the calming, frothing waves so I write

Only the night matters, its granaries filled with gold, the awakening of the voice. Under the regime of the sun time bends the heart, waiting frays the mind. That's where I survive, among fragments of screams and visions of blue; my dream-horse lost in the desert.

Would I chase a dream as far as Mars? - Too easy! Do you want to make a bet? Have you seen my footprints on the moon? - 'Twas as a stroll around a country park. You'll find me reaching for a burning star: - A doddle that; it's only slightly hot. Now and then I wrestle polar bears: - The poor dears need a cuddle and a pet. On Saturdays I swim...