{bit abstract...}
Sometimes
Stuck
On the cusp of reality.
Wondering
Pondering
My state of
Mortality.
If I were to leave
Just go
One cold night,
Would anyone care
Or
Put up a fight?
A
Part
Of me wishes
That life was no guess.
But a
Part
Of me knows
That I made my own
Mess.
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The clutter and messes inside my mind, Will never be sorted in any kind. This general disorder is mine to search, On a ledge, overlooking it all, do I perch.
One of those moods Those god-awful moods I'm not knowing much of everything And I'm questioning Every Single Thing I've ever known Laying here blaring music Who's soft touch always felt just a...
Why does it feel as though I'm writing the same words Over and Over again. Why are my feelings Circling around The future, the now Same as then.
I lay here and wonder About you and me If we could ever be some thing more That's not in a dream I lay here and wonder About my family life How most of my family Took a nosedive, instead of...
Every now and then. I get these funny little moods. Sometimes they are jovial. Sometimes I feel the blues. They envelop me from nowhere. And fill me to the brim. I cannot think of anything else.
Words, we use every single day, To prove our point and give strength to our say. In the end just symbols, They are intrepreted as we please.
The mind it is. A curious place. Sending strange signals. Down to your face. Some are quite happy. They'll make you smile. The mind makes it last. Just for a while. It triggers emotions.
My words have never been many My thoughts may never be known How am I to read emotion When i know not my own The living can say they understand But little do they do The world cannot...
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