2026/03/27 - Woe from Joy
I was basically asleep while writing these, especially that last one. So... idk if they'll make sense or be written poorly or anything.
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Endless Aisles
Browsing the lines,
The endless rows.
Selecting from mass-produced items,
Picking cute clothes.
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Arms grow tired,
A small piece of infinity explored.
That's how our brains are wired;
We always want more.
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Browsing the lines,
The endless rows.
Too many highs,
Sparing with the lows.
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Endless aisles,
In my arms: piles.
So many wants,
Not enough clear thought.
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Brains will be lured and hooked,
Souls lost and wallets shook.
In this mirror-room maze,
This infinite-eternal craze.
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Meet You on the Train
How I wish to meet you on the train,
See you in the crowd,
Spot your hair, your face, your fit.
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Speak with you,
Know you,
Be with you,
Meet you.
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Close Your Eyes and Drift
Close your eyes gently,
Relax.
Rest, give in.
Drift off and dream,
Listen to your needs, the peace.
Just close your eyes and drift to sleep.
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Unfazed, Yet Troubled
She sat there, without the care or energy to even be the slightest bit fazed by what they were saying to her. She had been the target of these insults for years, and she had stopped caring long ago. She simply stared through the drizzle into the distance, away from them, thinking about... her life. She picked up her sandwich, then set it down again, growing sick at the thought of eating anything. She hadn't had much of an appetite in... well... she couldn't remember.
Soon, lunch was over and she packed up to head for class. Before she could, one of the boys, who had been snickering and insulting her like the worthless piles of crap they were, stepped up to her. She chose to ignore him, as he wasn't worth the waste of mental energy to think about. Unfortunately, as she turned to leave he grabbed her by the shoulder and said something. She simply turned and, with a blank expression and distant gaze, spoke in a slow and slightly slurred voice "What?" She asked.
She had been thinking so much of... other things and nothing at once that she had tuned out the world. Now, she cocked her head at the strange-but-curious encounter. They rarely approached her or directly interacted with her. As she was pondering this, he said something again, but she missed it. She didn't even know he'd said something—she was so deep within her mind, staring blankly ahead, eyes glazed over, ears not working properly. He shook her, but she barely noticed. She faintly felt him take whatever she'd been holding, but her thoughts had drifted to the fact that the morning had already passed, which meant... returning.
As she stood there, she grew tired. More drowsy than she was on a nearly-perpetual basis. She couldn't feel anything, couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything. She didn't want to—life would be much easier if she didn't have to experience it. If she could just disconnect and space out. If she could go numb, when she needed to. As she thought this, though, she remembered where she was. Outside, standing near a wooden table, with one of them there. Except... when she opened her eyes—when had she closed them?—she was lying on the concrete ground, near the legs of the picnic table, and there was no one to be seen. She finally felt something, too: pain.
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- Lily
Edited by Usseewa
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