Forgotten and pushed to the side, my creations throw me to the wind, they feel no shame in their daily sin.
They misconstrue my motives, they think we share the same face, after all was it not I, who gave them this place?
They say science has replaced me, it explains things with an open mind, yet it doesn't explain everything, humanity's so unkind.
I wish to give them peace, yet they say they know it all, it appears it won't be much longer, before their final fall.
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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!
When the moon is full,. The street lights dim,. A shadow will flicker,. It's him. When the cats eyes glare,. The cars flash by,. A man will be there,. In the corner of your eye.
The sky glistened a winter grey,. Beckoning children to come out and play,. The snow so thick it draped the fields,. Ignoring the fact the grass was concealed,.
I just don't know anymore This time it's really done I guess I shouldn't have believed you When you said I was the one.
I run to you as fast as I can. I run to you because I'm scared. I run to you on this land. I run to you unprepared. You caught me. You protected me. You saved me from myself.
I rehearsed this in my head As God is my only audience I rehearsed this in my head So I know the words to say when we meet again I rehearsed this in my head.
I wish that you could hear me I wish that you could believe me I wish that you treated me better and you did not yell at me I wish you did not put me down or try to make me feel less than myself.
They look so good together, their smiles are just so fake, as if they needed to impress, like a political position is at stake.
I need inspiration about things to write. I need to see a new light. No inspiration means heartbreak and tears I need to write and see new things But no inspiration is inspiring me.
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