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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: The Grand Circus


Submitted: December 27, 2017

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Submitted: December 27, 2017



Stability is a form activity

It’s a psychology that is easily forgot

For a moment

A second

An hour

It can be like the ticking of a clock

Elasticity and density

To pull or to pierce

To shatter the ability

To kill or to kiss

To love or to hate

To make love or to rape

To die or to live

The activity just is

The cause and the effect

To stand here direct

To remember or forget

To die and to let

A suicidal thought into your head

Stability is an activity

That we all can invent

And I don’t know what has gotten into me

I don’t know what is going on in my head

No body seems to think that normalcy is something they have

But I call myself normal and I’m starting to feel that it is something I can’t grasp

Stability is an activity that will soon subside

I never thought that I deserved to be around people

But I refuse to hide

Stability is an activity

And I think I should die

I don’t think I should be happy

Because the only opinion I care about is mine. 

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