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Why is it that my silence, Screams a scream only I can hear. My voice a distant memory, Still shouting in my ear. Why is it that i speak, In thoughts and to myself alone.
Why do we think. Is it because we endeavor to live life on the edge, on the brink. Or just to discover the joys of a world well aware of wherever we wish to adventure, even our "castle in the air”.
Imaginary verse, with. Imaginary words, found in an. Imaginary mind, part of. Imaginary I, dreaming. Imaginary places, you. Imaginary faces, on my. Imaginary screen, in my. Imaginary dream, this.
Remember those feelings the way the trees and the leaves sway graciously in the wind The way the leaves fall effervescently to the floor it does implore an essence to explore A deeper meaning So...
If I am me They will see That I'm as plain as plain can be It just seems That within my reality My timings a tragedy Rather quite magically My Time slowly ceases My lonely mind releases...
My one and true confession If any choose to hear Regretfully my big mistake Through all my youthful years It's the one and only thing That I can't believe is true This confession won't come easy For...
"It sucks because I was getting better, but now it's getting worse" I hate complaining, and I was promising to myself that I wouldn't come onto Opuss again until I had something positive to say.
Bore into me the strength You promised to give So I could remain alive To love you till I passed.
The serpent of doubt. Slithered too close. Self satisfaction. A long gone ghost. The taunts of torture. Smirk and goad. My once light thoughts. Now a heavy load. Eclipsed by fear. Overwhelmingly so.
#acrostic #justabitoffun. (M)arvellous miraculous, magnificent to boot. (E)ach and every part of me escapes the wraths of truth. (M)aniacally mischievous and maddening I'm sure.
On a good day, Oh. It's brilliant. On a bad day, How it pains. On a Wednesday, I might be a slate, By that Thursday, I'll have stains. On a grand day, It's magnificent. On a shit day, I'm a shell.
Fractured features and a crooked smile to match. Disillusioned morals with hard skin and a working ethic. Liked, not loved. Feared, not respected. A coward in many an eye.
R eally fed up of how I am. E nough I say, change of plan. C an't afford, to waste more time, L ive for today, I hear it chime. U nknown glories await in line, S o board of being a recluse.
Hello again, and today is Monday, January 28, 2013. When you look in a mirror what do you see.
Do you think I'm funny.... Just enough to make you smile.... Do you think I'm guilty.... Would you put me up on trial.... Because lately I've been thinking, just enough to hurt my head.
The (maybe) completed work.
Voices,. Internal,. External,. In your head,. In your heart,. In your gut,. Instinctual,. To which voice. Do you listen,. From your mouth,. Words,. Good,. Bad,. Inspirational,. Ugly,. Tone,. Playful,.
I couldn't seem to rhyme it, so I did free-verse which I can't quite DO. I walked again into the mist Where time has no meaning And tears no end.
I'm somewhere between the hot and the cold Somewhere between the new and the old. Somewhere between the wrong and the right Am I darkness or am I the light.
Another week has ended, Another week begins. By the end of this one, I hope My good deeds will outweigh my sins. This chapter's halfway over, The page now I must turn.
Windows to the Soul Unto the eyes I look and see The soul of the wretched, catastrophe Revealing its lies to you and me Of chaos and greed, true belief Terrible lies of death and grief Horrible...
I am contemplating lost snow, all the memories I must let go I am wondering if it shall return, in February March, or April I am considering Spring in bloom, all the many things I must do I am...
If I could gather up All the smashed fragments of myself I would Carefully collect every last one And reminisce About what I used to be Take all of the little pieces of My heart And breathe...
If I indeed were sum of my values If I indeed were all that I thought I would grow myself as tall as the sky and my riches would be more than what's beneath the ground.