gone

The Poison In You

What if I wasn't like you?

And I was just me, and Myself was true?

 

And if you did bad would it mean I would too? 

Would it mean if I did it, I'm exactly like you?

 

Would I be subject to your evil?

Would I be subject to your internal upheaval?

 

What if I am good in spirit,

And you might just rather not hear it

 

And if I did bad, does it mean I'm just like you?

Looking for an excuse for the culprit that causes blue?

 

Decisions left to baseless comparison

Myself gone from me, and origin

She tells me so, I'm just like him and her

Do you see my other qualities as just a blur?

 

Bring my poison, she admits me to it

Determines me as someone else and then she sits

 

Then, who am I?

A continuation of your deranged views, someone elses cry?

Angel In The Garden

I must have found an Angel with a broken wing that day i walked into the garden that gave me life, that day my life began on the vision of this ora with an angel inside standing in a doorway.
She must be an angel for i have seen no view like that of her from my eyes before that day and only her since, as unique as the sun, giving life to everything around her. Flowers bloom in her presence, roses shy away from the beauty in her eyes, her smile despurses the clouds and moves the rain away for she does not deserve those tears of man upon her skin.
That wing now must have healed for she has flew from me, left me in hope that one day she would return to love again. To see it was her that gave me life & opened my eyes to the idea of love true love at that, and that only that she would forfill my heart and life again and without her it would be empty until she returned once more.
So i must wait until the outline memory of an angel comes from my dreams and memorys to be beside me in my arms again.
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Underwater Trying Not To Drown

Sorrow filling my lungs

Choking on the tears

Crushing my heart

But I’ve never felt so alive

Underwater Trying Not To Drown

Cinders to ash, ash to smoke

My soul caught on the breeze

And left this empty corpse behind

Far behind and not looking back

 

Why can’t we go back to who we once were?

brain dead

People refuse to learn. 

 

Instead of cherishing 

what they have, 

they always think 

the grass is greener 

on the other side, 

and the only reason 

it looks that way, 

is because it's fertilized 

with bullshit. 

 

Where have all the smart people gone? 

 

 

 

6:25 AM 6/27/2013 ©

 

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ejga4kJUts

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Romatic Tragedy

Gone as fast you came, good riddance right?
What's the point of staying here, 
being here just brings me down. 
Often leaving with out hesitation
Bring all the heat but all you do is smash patience.
Nothing left here but broken hearts and faded out faces. 
Scratching a canvas full of old Images.
We've been here more than once.
Like a tourist destination.
I'd like to escape, sign my resignation
Moving on forward but end up taking two steps back.
Losing my mind here as I keep getting attatched
Sever the bonds and break lose of these chains
Cause once i'm set free
I'll feel happy and free and with out worry
Of having to please you again..
Goodbye

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hope you can relate...

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End Moonlight, End Darkness - April 16, 2012

Up all night again, sick of yourself.

Short breaths plague the black captivity.

You wish it could be back to normal,

Or at least degrade to a lesser severity.

 

Previous occurrences have moon light blood,

Now all to feel is the soft red warmness.

Consciousness progresses further into night;

Ending in moonlight becomes end in darkness.

 

Thoughts infect, searing pain in my brain;

My tolerance but a memory now digressing.

I can't take any more, I'm going insane;

Madness dragging me down, always progressing.

 

Paranoia, an occurrence so often wanted gone,

Is raging in my mind like it never has before.

Thinking situations and conclusions so wrong,

I'm sick, done, not tolerating this anymore.

 

A handful of pills, a quick bullet to my brain,

Or maybe a therapist, to tell me I'm insane.

It's hard to go on when you're barely alive;

It's hard to live when you're never recognized.

"Water Vapor"

The sun refused to rise as my heart replicated a battlefield of jagged boulders,

The walls static mountains, the floorboards a silent night.

Her smile was clinging to the convolutions of my memory,

Replacing my vision with astounding sands of white.

 

We walked the warm beach at twilight,

The waves crashing the shore like the side of hollow steel.

The way the moonlight intensified your beauty,

Made my heartbeat skip, made my soul reveal.

 

I kiss her in the cloudburst, the raindrops collecting on her warm flesh,

We walked through fields of lilac, their vibrant scent haunting.

I placed a tulip in your hair, your eyes scanning the cloudy sky,

Preparing for a rapture, the roar of the clouds taunting.

 

Now alone, I lay awake, the satin linen brushing skin.

The sunrise distant orange highlighters stroking a skyline of black paper.

You're gone, in the past, our memories lost in summer wind, 

You've become a shadow, lost like water vapor.

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Gone Home

Folder: 
Lovespeak

It's time to say goodbye now

I've had enough of sorrow

I'll just pass through your downtown

To the town where I had grown

 

Coco trees dominate the streets

Three hours seem too long for me

The winds whisper to my ear

They're once my familiar scenes

 

Finally, I've gone home

To the place I know

Suddenly, my griefs go

As the sea winds blow

 

And every second of this ride

Is a step closer to what's mine

Where my soul had once brightly shone

Where my heart was never alone

 

No more tears

No more fears

Time for me to know

It's time to let go

 

It's time for me to know myself

I'll use this break to be whole again

And my old thoughts will be dispelled

So when I go back I'm new again

 

I think it is time to love myself

Try not to think of everyone else

I'm just tired of waiting for nothing

I'm just sick of giving everything

 
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Erase - November 20, 2012

My recollections are making me change,

making me turn psychotic. This rage,

it's making me cave, opposite of brave,

I just want to start over and behave.

I've lost contact with reality,

and I'm bound to mental simplicity,

consisting of nightmares passed, true.

 

Before I fall, erase me, replace me,

with an unknowing, undamaged clone.

I don't want memories, I want to be free.

I want to peacefully, alone, go home.

I just want to calm down.

I need to calm down.

I don't want to be bound.

I am forever bound.

I am lost in how to solve this;

proof is in the scars, hard to miss.

I don't admit my problem out of fear;

I see only but shame in the mirror.

I refuse pills, and I refuse therapy,

for they will not once ever help me.

 

I need elimination;

obliteration if these thoughts.

I need to find a way, mind how they

slit my dreams, see them sit and rot.

I can't do it, go through with it.

My cowaring mind, endless demise,

won't let me end it all, but calls

to my inner self, my peaceful paradise

of images so right, so unlike

reality in its way to forgive me,

live in me; let me sit and be free.

 

Only one choice lies possible.

It denies in replies to take a toll

on my sanity. Don't you see? I can't stop.

I'm not as strong as you thought I wasn't.

The choice is to sit, so delicately sit,

and fit into my mask, slip it on.

It's so beautiful, it's so perfectly wrong.

The tears drop through, but I'm still in denial.

They can see naught but my pretty smile.

When the day is over and dusk turns to dawn,

my mask, still a smile. My soul forever gone.

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