Can't they all go away, trying to convince me they are right, just bringing up the topic, causes quite the fight.
You can't force your obscure reality on me, it's not normal by any means, Thinking it will be the norm, deliver them from their pipe dreams.
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Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!
Hoping for a new chance, my life takes a turn, hoping for a better future, what we all yearn.
My life is colorful, yet gray seems more the norm, clear consciousness is quite the fight, the reality of our daily human storm..
Not sure if pathological or not, But lately I've been bumbling, a sot, Very much stumbling when I trot, Making strings into jumbled knots. What more can I say. I should stay home today..
Skin so ghostly white, An enchanting sight, Silver threads for hair, Her appearance so fair, Dress of pure glitter, Pretty when she flitters, So delicate are her wings, Oh, how sweet she...
As I walk into this room with all white walls, The officer leads me to a phone and says I only get one call. I dial the number with a hand that shakes, for I know she will say I am nothing but a...
There's no reason You should love me There's no reason You should care There's no reason I should stay But I'll always be there There's no reason To know me Though I showed you my heart I thought it...
I can't remember the time I last smiled, it has been quite awhile. What is there to laugh about anyway, depression will loom if I stay.
Ideas like this are far and few in between, reality crushed from their point of view, how can they doubt my intent, when in reality they need my consent.
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