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Waking up in the morning Sometimes I love it Sometimes I don't Today I'm not sure if I do or not Beauty out my window Across my bed But there's still that savage pounding Up about my head Blue sky...
A world inside a bubble. Protected from life, Claimed as your own, But without the the undesirable pain and suffering. Your world based on a lie of a reality of your choosing.
I was sitting, looking at myself in the mirror this morning and asking myself that question. So who actually am I.
Did you know that every step we take, Every move we make, Every breath we breathe, Everything we achieve, Is for nothing.... No surely it must mean something.
So I am back here again. Don't know where to start don't know how to begin. In an empty home. I stay here all alone. What can I do to make things more fun. I don't want this silence I want to run.
Through the Looking Glass the world is clearer, Only through the Looking Glass I hold the world more dear.
My glass heart beats slowly, trapped in my chest. My glass eyes stare penetrate your soul, peeling away the layers of your life.
Looking in the mirror, I see all that I've been, All the different people, My meagre years have seen.
Staring into the face. A story shall unfold. It's blind to misery. Happiness is now told. Each contoured bone. Has a memory there. Shedding just a few. When it's time to bare. The eyes have glory.
A ll these people round me. L ife full of fun and games. I nsecurities confound me. E verything seems so lame. N obody understands me. A n alien, not the same. T ry my best to join in.
What should I do. Please tell me I have no clue!. I am lost in my thoughts. Please help me find my way!. Help me cause it is driving me nuts. And I have something more to say.
Just another cloud in the sky, It there really any point in asking why. You only see me when I'm the only one around, Lost in a crowd, just another pebble on the ground.
Pour in. Pour in. Pour in. Displace and replace. Like storm clouds into a peaceful sky. A shout into a quiet room. A tragedy into a dull day. Or common sense into an otherwise Republican mind.
A peal of laughter. Pierces the air, Shattering the silence, Without a care. Silence is golden Hanging above, As quiet as a mouse, As peaceful as a dove.
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.
I dont drink tea, It's good on occasion, But just like coffee, It takes some persuasion. I don't like to smoke, I've been passive since four, And all it has caused Is coughing and then some more.
What makes us more than fundamental bone and skin. Our memories, our emotions, and our love.
Half-formed sentences. Incomplete ideas. The poet's mind flits between them all, A nervous butterfly not sure where to land. Everything is inspiring.
Is it odd that in the absence of fear I find no courage. Or that the sun never shines down on me.
I am me. I will allways be. I may be crazy. I may be stuiped. But Im me. I will always be. Sometimes Im cute. Sometimes Im sweet. But Im me. I will always be. I can be stressy. I can be anoying.
We live together and hardly talk and It’s mostly my fault cause I Push you away like it’s Only today and there’s Always tomorrow to fix any sorrow. Exhale, if only.
I seem to always hear a silence. As I work there is an absence. In conversation and words to share. I always wonder is anybody there. Alienated and confind all on my own.
Night air. Fresh, summery night air. The distinctive smell is loathed, loved missed and forgotten. City lights descending from the mountain and darkness just within them. Within me.
Know thyself. An ancient command, but surpassingly hard to do. Yet, unless I know myself, how can I describe me to you. What are we, really, all of us. Memories and experience.