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| I could imagine my life, changed, everything just rearranged. Some days I want it to be that way. Some days I want to run away. But promises keep me near and promises I hold dear. For now. |
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| I sat in my room crying tears of near-forgotton memories The liquid realities dripping hot down my face. Humiliation, but not for myself, presenting it's ugly carcass. Longing for an understanding mind, I scream aloud Into the darkness my wishes disappear I cry for their departure and for my desolation And fall into the hands of my demise. |
| Brown hair a mess and wet despair gleaming in the moonlight Telling tales of mistreatment and confusion Each pain more unbearable than the last Why is it so hard to leave behind, angel? Why can't you see the beauty of yourself? Patches and dark halos covering the immovable surface Looking for every available kindness and love Yet deliverance lies waiting for your discovery Why don't you reach for it, angel? Why won't you let the light engulf you? All my life watching you struggle against the day At times seeing you stumble and fall Fearing wholeheartedly the conclusion Will you let it become you, angel? Or will you fight to be unbroken? To PLP |
| There's a way to know my heart And a way to know my soul There's a way to know my tenderness And what makes me become whole. There's a way to see my future And a way to see my past There's a way to see my love for you That is longing just to last. |
| To pay the price of self-endulgence One must give up innocence Seeing past the things he is taught To the simple pleasures in life Screw society and its languid rules Play the game as though you invented it But beware, don't get too haughty There are always players better than you. |
| When the moon goes down and the light of day creeps up I shudder in realization that my heaven must leave again Holding on for as long as I can without seeming desperate So few times I believe in love, but trust is true as possible The light revolts me, makes me remember my reality I find comfort in the arms of a shadow |
| Grace betrayed me once A facade placed upon the highest shelf In reality, a mask to hide insecurity Being all you can be in others eyes Beauty is in the eye of the beholder So be beheld by truth And truth will set you free |
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| PO-Ems |
| i stare at the dark night it calls me to it without opening its lips screaming to me screaming my name wanting to devour me not knowing that i want to be devoured opening myself to it allowing the life to be released to nourish the whole of insanity and progress when dreams come i see black covering the pane i look through years of waiting perhaps wanting it to vanish into clarity yet it gives me comfort a constant that i can rely on |
| is it my fault? can i blame me? who else is there? i know enough to know better sometimes. i guess i just don't care. living in a world of fantasy i survived. and i will still. |