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Living alone but only on the inside,
Gasping for breath as waters rise,
Singing softly, the song of another tide,
I might be dying,
But I feel fine.
Kill the Mirage Poetry / Tracy Cregg
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If I am still whole, I cannot feel it,
Into my core, I am sleeping,
The phases I feel now are next to nothing; I am hurting,
Yet I cannot find a tear,
To shed my burden,
It is as if I am sleeping, but still the world keeps turning.
-Kill the Mirage Poetry / Tracy Cregg
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What happened to the life that I had created for myself? Was it solely my fault that I crashed and burned? Or was I sabotaged by ignorance of the unknown? I think so.
It's not fair, my misery persists, you've attempted to steal away my happiness, and you have. But still, I live;
In despair.
Kill the Mirage Poetry / Tracy Cregg
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"In Your Mind"
Will I be ridiculed needlessly if I refuse to play your game?
Will you manage to find the footing to again remount your steed, all in a desperate act to regain your claim to fame?
In your mind will it register that you're somehow much better than I, and because of your selfishness will your best efforts be made in vain?
I can't believe just how quickly that you began to push me away, although I fail to admit it, saving my heart is no less than only a fable.
Love is not a game, but my dear, you were never the winner, despite what you choose to believe, I'm more stronger now than ever.
Kill the Mirage Poetry / Tracy Cregg
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"ALL ALONG"
Crowded eyes overflow with the tears of yesterday which we've held onto for far too long, we kept the hurt bottled up inside of us, though certainly we must have known all along, that soon our time would come. It's all over now.
Side note: But is it ever really over? Do those dreaded things which keep us in a constant state of 'please end permanently', do they ever finally just end to never return? I have began to feel as though perhaps they do not ever end, though I certainly hope that they do. Wish me luck!
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I was never the zero!
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-Kill the Mirage Poetry / Tracy Cregg
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"Star Crossed"
My biggest regret in life is not knowing the raw truth in the reconciliation we never spoke of, and the shame of my heart has failed to abide by in this honorable but endless eve of thee relentless love which we never considered to over admire.
I still adorn thee with the largest parce of my unspoken memorabilia, I still hear the words of which I never spoke to thee and they ache and spring forth at my former being, these words reside in my voided soul, I remain empty and I writhe in my pride, unworthy of not even my own shadow therefore I must confess my vain helplessness to the above stars of our own forsaken sky.
My hands shake, remaining empty.
My hands are empty and also; so are my eyes, for thou has stolen the brightest of all stars from my eyes to keep them for your own, selfishly, needlessly;
Silently, and now I must abide by the laws of the storm so hence I can dwell and breathe the air of existence yet it is without the better parce of my spirit. The greatest relevance of contentment twinkles as thine's own silhouette, though even such as tread from me, shamelessly, carelessly.
Ye' left from me in the brink of night, and in restitution for the hoards of goodness which I bestowed upon thee I must conjure in suffering until the very ceasing of time itself as if death itself has grasped me in its wrath of grey and black demise, harboring my frail skeleton within its icy, dirty clutches.
I fall. I fail. I lay still in quiet despair.
Death itself has not even realized that my innermost pulsation of warmth withered in only an instant in that very moment. I sat frozen in my peril and heard your foorsteps crunching in the blindness as you declared my light of honesty for your own lies.
I reached out for you but my intentions remain unreserved, even now after all of these years later. Regardless of my desperate pleas of undying tragedy and lasting atrocities of horror, my eyes somehow still illuminate a dim glow from within your hands.
My eternity remains forever blind, and my cold heart is still but a stone within my rotten chest, nothing more than a solid rock of emotionless futile words which I never had the bravery to speak to you.
I regret this in such a great magnitude. I regret you. I regret love, but I do not regret the loveliness of the stars, for they were always of my own.
You left me unspeakably ravaged, I am consumed by the vulnerability of your heartlessness, my fate is unbelievablably star-crossed; forevermore.
Remember thou for this; during thy corrupted death of my only destiny, if ever you should see any a star which falls from the heavens, remember me wholesomely and know that the stars which fall are the tears which I cry, and know that I weep these tear drops regretfully, relentlessly, eternally, and also for the sake of our love and for the light you robbed from my eyes, thou also your own.
We see only blackness now, only a mishapen blur of frigid darkness; within the skies, within the world, within ourselves and within our shadows, there is nothing.
I regret the phrases I failed to speak, the words which I was too deathly afraid to confront, I regret the feelings of hope, the smiles I was too defiled to grin, I was much too afraid of love, but now we are both forever dead. I regret that.
Consider this a prayer.
Amen.
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"Bone Marrow"
Shadows return, no pages to burn, the love and the appreciation have all gone to scorn, the bones of the past have emptied their marrow into the walkways of filthy afflictions.
To step and to crunch upon the souls of the damned is to be harrowed by the vengeance of regrettion. My regrettion. I must now swallow my transgressions, whole.
I choke. My shadow tells the story of the molds I broke.
Now I'm awake. No more bones left to break. Reinstate the ruins to which my unity has crumbled. Let this end, I'm buried deep in your misery.
Again.
-Kill the Mirage Poetry
-Tracy Cregg
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The finest of life's thresholds.
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"The Madness"
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Kill the Mirage Poetry / T.Cregg / © 2022
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"To steal the smile from the face of another is to lose the battle before it has started."
-T.Cregg / Kill the Mirage Poetry
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I miss the better days...
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