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touching the outer layer lightly

bits and pieces flaked off 

to reveal the depth of charred remains

the hope of finding healthy tissue

was like hoping to gather leaves in a windstorm

a hollow shell, the final prize 

a figment of an imagined existence

cloaked in pallid-colored dreams

passed down through bargain basement ideals

whispers to ears void of tempered knowledge

and bright-eyed for a path leading towards a fool's gold

whose story continues to be told

lush feilds of blossoming trees and flowers

flourish within sight, but awareness has been retarded

for the sake of finding buried treasures, and mind follows

4:22 AM 7/7/2013 ©

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if  a friend lost his keys

and needed a ride

would you be there to pick him up

and stay by his side?

if he needed the shirt off your back 

would you comply?

would you give him your own

without a blink of an eye?

if someone were after him,

would you lend him your gun?

maybe in the Hatch of your car

you'd be sure to find one

If a friend needed money

would you get it for him

or would you lend it knowing you'd get it returned

by a Ron, Kevin or Jim?

friendships are funny things

when there's mischief involved

you can never be sure what will ever evolve

people will change in the blink of an eye

you'll sometimes be left with the blame asking "why?"

choose your friends wisely, ther'll be some with no spine

without any integrity, no friends is just fine

5:35 PM 7/6/2013

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After a long time
it laminate me again
sitting at the roof
it caught me again

felt again the influence
in pictures of my friends
the old story of our school days
attracted me again

that terror of our English teacher
still happy, my piece of writing

helps you sometime
having fun at free periods
tried our best
for each other to pass the bad times

At exams our friendship didn't leave the side
helps as much as we could
from our parents scold ,
who wait for this time
even if sorrow found the path to reach us
we made everything fine

Still remember my fight
to catch you at one last time
when it looked like it

walked away with a speed of light
when it look like all pages were filled
but came back with speed of mine
and called it "never end of line"

Everywhere I look is destruction
Everything I’ve built is ruined
It’s remains litter my past
With little hope for the future
You are my own worst enemy
It’s not the pressure of what I should be
It’s that I’m drowning in a sea of Me
I can’t believe that you’d lie to my face
But that’s your nature
You can’t help it
You’re a spawn of the Father of Deceit himself
A child of the devil
Just let me go
Die already
That I may live
And live fuller
Let go of me!
I am no longer am under your power
So why do I fall for it?
Why can’t I die that I may live?
Why can’t I kill my Self that I may survive?
That demon of ancient instinct
Who’s preyed upon my soul for so long
I know what’s right
And yet I choose wrong
Willingly
Passionately
Go to Hell Self,
Go back to where you belong
Free my soul from your clutches
That I may live eternally
For I know you
And I am my own worst enemy