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Saturday, July 23, 2011

Catch it as i fall

Remember the tears Those trying to break through? It seems at last They found the door, But I don’t have the key As they fall Flowing to the ground My mind feels numb and sad Where are they coming from? What have I found? I need to ascertain Head into battle And not refrain To try and understand What is my pain I may not have the key, So is it really me? What am I crying for Why am I feeling sad Is there something to be seen? Is my life that bad I guess perhaps its not But then again perhaps To... Sign in to see full entry.

Prison

For me life is just a prison a prison i want escape My heart is broken but i will never heal again. The sadness inside of me is just growing more everyday, so please, Please just give me the key that leads out of this hopeless and painful life. Sign in to see full entry.

Brushes

Kill me once and twice, Internal worries resist As the killing of me would entice The killing of you afterwards. But bodies are souls And minds are like matter From the inner voice. Dying is tragic as godliness is skilful, My auctions are about with worry, Indolent actions result from no pain, So then worry and solve the puzzle Of eternity, and spare me. For sparing me causes me to Be martyrs and saints, Like the old regulatory laws Fuelling the old self, The soul of mystical learning. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Worthy

The warm tears, slowly run down my face. All the problems and learning, we're forced to take. Growing up is a part of life, all the guidelines you have to live by. What you're gaining, and what you're losing. All the beautiful things worth seeing. What you're going to be, and what you are. Millions of promising relationships, torn apart. Find out so many new things about yourself. One by one, open up every door. You'll see what you're worth... Sign in to see full entry.

Close your eyes

Please don’t look at me, I don’t want to see my weaknesses. I want to be your role model But I know, I’m not healthy, not yet at least. I’ve put you through enough, More than anyone who hopefully Will one day, look up to me. But as of right now, Don’t look at me. I can’t be your role model Not yet, soon enough though. Just keep hope in me, Don’t think I’ll always be like this Because one day, ill be able to be your role model. These weaknesses I feel, they will go away, I know they will. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Let it come to you

She seems so quiet yet her plea is loud She’s never noticed, even in the smallest of crowds. Roll, roll, rolling through he motions as if she is not here. What she doesn’t know is hope is near. She goes home to get beat till she bleeds, Then runs to the bathroom and gags till she heaves. Every night she pulls from her bed, A gun that holds real tight to her head. “Do it, do it! ” she constantly cries. Then cries herself to sleep where she dreams she dies. She wakes up with sudden dread, The gun... Sign in to see full entry.

Compromise

It is something no one may like to compromise One may raise head high with fulfillment of promises It may take you full steps ahead with pride If you try to recon ciliate and don’t hide To lower the head means full recognition Integrity very high and never in question Full praise with fame in mention All roses on heads and no tension There is great smile on face It is proudest moment of all after winning the race If one can live with honor and pride The happy moments no one can hide It is easy... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

God shall save you

Be still do not speak If you say a word The anger will leak Be still my precious heart Dont torture yourself For if you do you'll Kill them... Dont cry your tears of frustration Dont hate them Dont go and massacre them Dont be angry Dont be sad Be still your thoughts and anger And you wont thirst For blood any Longer.... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

here or there?

nowhere to go... from bridge to alley, maybe a tent. barrel fire, robbing the trash, a little something to eat that nobody else wanted... panhandle a cup of coffee, maybe bum a smoke... hope to hell it dont snow today. the shelter's full, the soup kitchen aint open yet.... nowhere to go. houses with curtains & plates give way to vacant buildings.... children's voices echo the sound of rats scurrying in the dark... no woman, no God... only an old half-blind stray dog following, following....... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Make it Work

How do we know we are speaking the truth. Because we got it from a 'reliable' source, And who told you it was a 'reliable' source. Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth. For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world, A lie is invented, concocted, told. And when a question is asked, and the truth is required, And if told, many events, considered dire, Happen in response, A white lie is told. But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie, Thought up by those... Sign in to see full entry.

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