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I think of you and all I see is a dead end. We have come to a point in which we cannot pass. There is no way if we don’t both compromise, to which you and i despise.
Freedom plagues the mind, a word to which it is it’s own trap. wonder that.
A paper rose with lead and time, a deception of the mind. again you lied to me. then covered it up with beautiful words and talk of blue instead of grey.
But you cannot change an empty land, not with a hundred million witch’s not with a hundred thousand wizards not with billions of soldier’s.
Let your hand guide the way back out. Otherwise it was only a trap.
With the path laid down before feet we stumble upon it. Your drunk and tripping on your feet, im not strong enough to carry you.
You try and choke her in the night. The dark aiding your misteak. The quiet a ward against thinking to loudly.
Well. Your wish has come true. She’s no longer alive inside. Although her body still breaths. Minor draw back.
It’s Ok, your unleashed. If indeed that was how you looked upon it. I never really needed it. Pretending is something I’ve gotten good at, just from pretending everythings ok…but it is ok. So. ok. goodbye. ok? ok.
it’ll be mended and forgotten in the morning.
I’m not to sure what I’m supposed to do now. I mean I know. I’m just tired of waiting for the future to get here. I’m tired of being so lonely and feeling terrible inside. I’m tired of people blaming everything on me. It’s not me, its you.
I hate all this waiting. I’m trapped. But there’s not a damn thing i can do about it. I mean sure i could run away, but i don’t feel like becoming a fugitive. I don’t want a life like that. I could never be happy with myself if I took that road. So here I sit. Waiting again. Patience. Goooooooooooood. well. That’s it for me, just dissatisfied.
]titles] i write most of my poetry in names. what i describe alot of the time is a new name for something. It’ll be a different poem if you try and read it with a story in mind. look for a new name of something, those are the elements, which each piece is a puzzle to the over all picture. which is devastatingly true. especially if your listening to weird inspirational music from the background..
Like a poison its dark
it runs down your innards like rain on bare skin
blood clogs the nose
and a haze goes over your smile
your left in an empty land
burnt of everything
i see a starry day
a mixture of dreams and reality
where smiles can go on for miles without heartbreak
i stopped believing to long ago
and now ill never know.
memories of the past todays cage.
a shoe box full of secrets,
a rose of lie’s,
and a heart of water.
what a bizmal disaster.
