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Serene My dream If loneliness is my friend Will it not leave me alone. Instead of surrounding me in isolation. Fighting all Big or small It's me against the world.
Separated from you. Now I'm tore. I'm in two. Why use that figurative speech. My heart has not split or tore. I will not really fall down and die if you walk out that door.
In darkness alone. As stars shine and glow. My path now shown..
A ghost Of what was, Of what is, Flowing and showing Walking as it shows a former self. Put on a shelf. Transparent, Now becoming apparent.
Evil. Never ending games. At the table. The devils playground. Watching the games Lost souls and names. It's destiny. Needs to get close. Evil get away. They say it's too evil.
Starting to realise the insignificance of what is shown. It's begun to unravel that maybe this isn't what I need at all.
Dying to live, Nothing to give. We all live to die, Ever asker why. Hypocrite is life..
Life when the wealthy get wealthier, and the poorer get poorer is unfortunate Seem disproportionate. Share and care. No one would dare. Millionaire. Rags to riches but must be silken gold.
Chains, Chained in pain. Caught in change. Locked in a cage Of the mind. Left to weep Isolation creeps. Roll with crooked dice, Left to chance a joining of strands Splice the dice.
Broken pieces again. A snowflake shatters. My window pain..
Stereotyping taking control, As a vision starts expand, consider the views, Of the public vision of perfection, From the media, society and even the news.
What is worse then death. Giving away life's one final breath. Or living life's hypocritical fight . Reaching crossroads choosing a path meant to be right. What do you live for. What would you die...
Dark intentions Shaded clouds overtake Darker preventions. A map of the stars To follow my heart With its cancerous scars. My dream vision falls Solitude in confusion Dire start the illusion calls.
Look back but not back The drip of the tap. The clock is broken And the heart a tinker token. Watch as a petal falls Similar to tap tear waterfalls. Look back but not back A memory, a flashback..
Isolated In solitude Abounded once more. Inside I'm alone Always no there's no cure. Invisible In all eyes As always why try. Irrelevant In all minds Just me the A's and I..
Shadowed in a mist Hidden away Whispers in the wind What do they say. Falling fast A broken light A falling star.... In the bleakest night.
Dreams sustain through the madness Tears drain dreams still remaining elusive Now and forever Alone. Now and forever On my own. Alone are we Dreams over take I awake to find that I shake.
Mercedes are good. If I decide to drive a car. Peace sign on the hood..
Want to know a name. See the face hidden from eyes. Anonymous fame. T.
In isolation Silence..... Looking to myself to find a way Began to vary and sway. As the mind is lost In.... Confusion Constant hunger to strive.
Why even talk. The words hold no value they are meaningless. Talk the talk but can you walk the walk. Talk is cheap. Words have no materialistic value. Penny for your thoughts. No I didn't think so.
Would it mean selling the soul in order to establish success. Success but soulless. Or conform and blend in, in order to achieve great position. Position over personality.
The minds thought process is something complex, observing numerous pieces of information for our selves to digest. All around the thoughts, memories capabilities gather.
The nightmare or a dream. Darkness moonlight a blanket. Laughter or a scream..
A nightmare even a dream is a terrible infliction, acting as the souls miserable or happy addiction. Able to take over your entire being, leaving the sufferer helpless in a deep subconscious coma.
Downpour of rain tears. From all the lies you've spoken. Drink up all my years..
The richest guy in the graveyard. What a miraculous thing that must be, With so much wealth he must work hard. Or is that what he wants people to see. Stand with wealth among the dead.
Jar of red hearts. Bleeding used to make some jam. Making some jam tarts..
Watching ants scurry. As another day passes. All in a hurry..
Society thin. That's the game of images. Starved never to win..
Raindrops on leaves. The tears from the clouds. The heavens now grieve..
The more spiritual one learns about oneself from spiritual awareness, the less one judges. It's an amazing inner experience, simply let others be. In any case who are we to judge others.
I'm glad that I'm me. At times it's so hard to be. Blind judgement can't see..
I'll be missing you. Forever eternally. Just as the skies blue..
It's not me it's you. It's always been that way. You thinking it's true..
Heart flowers. Bleeding or crying. Natures powers..
There it is again. Love is complicated. Brings only pain..
Most scientists and most people agree love exists. That they have felt it, love, something strong that persists. But who has ever physically seen the substance, this thing.
Time to break free. From the clocks sharp hands. Time to live for me..
The sun shine is here. Goodbye rain drops crystal. Like a web sparkle clear..
Stars and the moon. Whispers in the night. The end of June. T.