Bunnies

Fearing the unknown
I step into the void
And see lil’ bunnies
Jumping like a flower
THEY ARE SCARY

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The strangest feeling

Isn’t it the strangest feeling
To be able to experience a person
That’s no longer with us
With video, audio, images
Aiding our perception
Feeding it, making it stronger

You might say it’s just an illusion
Why, illusions are all we ever see
A stream of protons hitting our eyes
Waves moving through the current
Electrons chaining through our body
And you say you trust your perceptions?

No matter the source, it’s the result
That makes up the story
Two roads that lead
To the same destination
Creating the shape of whom
We believe to be someone

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Time to wake up?

Is this the correct time to wake up?
My eyes say no
Inside the pitch-black darkness
They’ve nothing to show

Is this the correct time to wake up?
My hands say no
Holding on to a cup of coffee
Afraid of letting go

Is this the correct time to wake up?
My hair says no
Sticking out in all directions—
In protest so

Is this the correct time to wake up?
My legs say no
Schlepping around in circles
With nowhere to go

Is this the correct time to wake up?
My mind says no
If there are some other reasons
It doesn’t want to know

Is this the correct time to wake up?
My gut says yes!
For if I don’t wake up now
It’ll be a mess!

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Monday. ;)

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Sigh.

Sigh.

Ok.

Ok. Ok.

Tired. Happy. Funny.
Sunny. Tired. Happy.
Smiley. Happy. :)
Happy happy :)
Ok. ;)

Monday. ;)
Yes. Yes yes.
Ready. Happy 🙂

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YAS! Fired up. :)
Come at me ;)
Monday. ;)

(tiredtiredtiredtiredtired)

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My wardrobe

I open up my wardrobe
And look at what’s that I should wear today:

  • Part of my sexuality on the lower shelf
  • Secret desires hanging on a peg
  • Childish naĂŻvetĂ© looks at me with bright colours
  • A brooding mess, well hidden in the back
  • Used bandages, my parts still aching when I see them
  • False hopes still piling up with every year
  • Some of my worst habits, still in daily use
  • Faces of people I don’t really want to be
  • Homely attire of complete neglect

So many choices to be made, and yet
There’s not a single one that seems to fit
Am I really just a single person?

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