trip – Poetry by Taylor

28th November 2022

Please

You think you could hurt me?Well you didn’t, I swear I didn’t spend nights cryingPryingMyself to piecesLike, why didn’t you care?You think you can break me?I call this character buildingBlocks like Lego Who I amKick it downIve got a new diagramI rebuild myself better each timeYou think you can love me?Try harderPlease

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28th April 2020

Unseen

Tripping over reality Or under it And seeing the unseen What we cannot observe through the naked eye Not even with enhanced vision Unlocking corners of our mind Observing a collision Between reality and something else But what is the something else that remains unseen And will there come a day where it can be…

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31st March 2020

My trip

Colors intertwine Sending shivers down my spine But my body is twisting and shaping itself Becoming part of this reality Where colors shine And plastic leaves grow and wind And people leave trails of themselves in different lives The floor isn’t solid or liquid Its on a fine line Where there is movement but stability…

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Unseen

My trip