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Illusion
Windows shut. Doors closed.
Eyes open. Nobody home.
The illusion is gone.
The hallucination of a perfect life fades away.
This is a feeling I don’t know what to do with.
I speak, but do words come out?
Or are your ears having trouble listening?
Things so vile in ones present
Starvation of love in ones soul,
Thirsting for care, is anyone there?!
I would cry for help, but nothing comes out.
Which brings me back to, do words come out?
When I look around for something am I searching?
Or just yearning for the possibility to not be the one on the bottom of life.
It’s hard to have hope if there is no faith.
It’s hard to grasp the concept of life
If there is no hand for you to grasp on to
Just another pathway alone,
But tired of walking in the same circles of the same path
Only leading to the same pain.
A human touches a baby bird.
The mother abandons,
The baby bird starves, but not just from food,
but from the care, the charity, the warmth.
If only the human hand of reality stayed away,
Just to live in the illusion of another pretty day.
What you see you perceive as
What you see you perceive as vile because youur mind is vile...face your fears... vile is not vile but arrogance at your need to feed your ego....
My "friend"...*sinister grin*
...roflmao... and vile will continue...
In yout mind...
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
This is going to be on my
This is going to be on my mind all day, thank you so much and in response to your first coment. Exactly, kids, (being one) are mislead into what they think is a perfect world, only to be let down. This just made my entire day, and I hope this gets on your mind as well as others also. That hopefully we can stop the advertisment of perfection, when it simply doesn't exist.
Remember that you're waking up to daylight tomorrow, and that's something beautiful.....
That's right. Face your
That's right. Face your reality, because that what life is about. So many committing suicide for this... told way too many Disney fairytales without recognition to the villains in thefairytale. Then they become the villain without even realizing.Having all they perceive as "evil".. it is only their egotistical opinion of evil.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "