Vision blurs as I cross the line, between awareness and dreaming sublime.
Goodbye to this consciousness, the joy of this reality release I must confess.
Vision blurs as I cross the line, between awareness and dreaming sublime.
Goodbye to this consciousness, the joy of this reality release I must confess.
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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!
I'm perfect I'm flawless They want to believe But perfection is something That I cannot achieve..
Aphrodite I play darts, with people's hearts And make them fall in love with my symbol the dove..
Anubis Chains, and shackles I steal jackals My name's Anubis And I'm a doofus ..
Unsure and alone in this strange place, your gleaming stare goes right through me, such an uncaring face..
Stress converges in the mind, causing physical dissension, minus you in my life, than everything would be just right..
Watching in amazement, their eyes filled with glee, spending all their money, as if it fell from a tree.
Another day alone Another day by myself Another of looking At your picture on a shelf. Another day of tears Another day of questions Another day of hoping That I have learned my lesson.
People talk about their toys. And girls always have to like boys. Perfect teeth and perfect hair. Sometimes I think God made an error. Because in this town I don't belong.
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