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Ain’t know no tricks,
Leaving be the treat.
You could come outta a hat
Or been sawn in half
And no one would notice
Your magic is bogus
The posse is faux
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One of none
Don’t talk to me son
Ain’t know no tricks,
Leaving be the treat.
You could come outta a hat
Or been sawn in half
And no one would notice
Your magic is bogus
The posse is faux
More then ya pa
Rent-free
Just a second, Just a thought,
of that smile of that laugh
is all it takes...
Just one moment, Just one memory,
of those eyes of those curls
is all it takes...
Just an instance, Just an image,
of your voice of your face
is all it takes for you to live rent-free in my head.
Fallen Petals
A petal lay fallen, withered and alone.
Like a broken dream, lost yet unforgotten.
A fragment of failure.
A crippling reminder of how far we have fallen.
Lest we forget the flower above...
A bloom of brilliance. A flourishing fragrance.
...for we are more than what we've lost.
...
You told me that I’m worth listening to.
You wonder why I’m upset that you don’t.
You ask me why I’m angry.
You say that I shouldn’t be mad.
Thoughts constrained
An empty fate
Boundless ends
My will abates
No time for amends
Autumnal Bundle
One Hope
The trees turn red, and yellow too. I want to be dead, or next to you.
Falling
A shift of hue, and temperature too. A new season in stride, can’t have to have died.
...what you sow
A moments passed and it’s autumn. Not called Fall, I’m already rock bottom.
Fragile
Tears that last
Bones of glass
Soul that pains
Heart of flames
Life without breath
Misery but not death
I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to live forever
I don’t want to be feared
I just want time to be together
Everyday fills the same role as the last. Is the only goal to repeat the past?
Moving, working, dying endlessly. All for what? A drop of ecstasy?
Alive we live but living is pain. Must we all struggle in vain?
Pointless life driven by whim. Why even tire with existence so grim?
Endless world of strife. Is there a point to this life?
A cursed existence forever bound in misery. Why keep live living? There no point. Can't you see?
Another
"Another" I think, moments pass and I find my self in front of the fridge
I grab two “It’s easier than getting up twice as much”
I take sip.
Although I drink it, It eats me.
It eats my thoughts, my feelings, my failures, MY PAIN.
I sit drinking. I sit being eaten.
"Another" I think...
Reflect
I gaze into the mirror.
My eyes meet another. They stand before me.
confused alone empty
I wonder for a moment, "Can it even think for itself"
With pity I turn away, leaving that husk of a person to rot...
Onward
Darkness comes over me.
my memories fail me my eyes deceive me my thoughts taunt me
I open my eyes.
my brow furrows my face steadies my heart grows hot
Breath of the cool breeze.
Onward
but for how much longer...
Monologue
A moment
Only lasts as long. Sometimes they stay with us forever. But eventually its gone in a second.
Everything will be lost.
That's not a reason to stop. I am not permanent. Neither are the things I hold close.
No way to take those beyond the end. But that's not enough reason for me to let go earlier.
In the face of insurmountable, I will not stand down.
No chance? Let me show you how to break free.
Prisoners of other’s expectations.
I didn't come here to be told what I can do. I can't let my mistakes stop me from doing what I believe in.
My nature is what I make it.
I want to be strong, but I'm not. I am soft.
No one said caring was weak. I want to show others how strong caring is. I need to show others how strong caring is. I have to live my best life so that those around me can break past there own limitations and live there own too.
I need to break my own expectations. I put my doubts on the back seat and hold my word truer than anything else.
I have to be the front. I need to trust myself always. Only I know my intentions. Take the responsibility and learn.
Strength isn't about not making mistakes.
I don't know when I lost my path. I never expect to be always right.
I need to do my best. Its only then that I can trust myself with undying confidence.
Show the compassion and mercy, that I will need when I make mistakes.
Trusting myself isn't something I learned from others. I learned it by fighting myself. I have long since forgotten those thoughts. Now, I find myself again at the same answer.
I wasn't as honest the first time.
It started when I found something in myself that I didn't like and I rebelled.
I got where I am now by not stopping. I wasn't who I am now. I made myself by not doubting myself. I was ready to accept myself fully before. My person isn't built on doubt or regret.
Past
The past isn't for me. When my mind ends up there I end up depressing myself. I am not immune to my own doubts. Other’s doubts are just people thinking that they know me better then me. No one can live in my moment like me.
It would take someone smarter than me to go through the past and know what I should have done. I can’t do that. I am needed in my present.
Future
Yeah think about the future so much to know. Nah. I would stand for thinking about things and getting worked up when I hasn't even happened.
Whether it be telling her your feelings or talking to them about what your thinking. Do not guess at what will happen. It time that I find out myself.
Present
Every moment requires 100% of me to live it truly. If I’m ready of course...
Fires of Paranoia
A small spark of mistrust, on piles of the unknown, ignite the fears deep below. The warm heat of anxiety grows. Engulfed in conspiracies, it begins to burn. With the wild smokes of delusion, the great flames of paranoia destroy. Leaving only the ashes of what was before.
Endless Discord
The seeds of chaos weave through me.
Uncertainty fills my mind with thoughts uncontrolled.
To others I run, but only find that which I lack.
My instincts are no longer in agreement.
A strive against oneself has no victor.
Cornered by openness
Choking on feelings
Pain without hurt
A Mind of Weakness
A Heart of Woe
A Gut of Worry
The harmony is lost.
Spiraling discord grows without end.
A nature nature
With the uncertainty of the clouds, and a mind like the bright sky.
With the understanding like the mountains, and a focus that meanders more than the great rivers.
With the grace a monsoon and, and a heart that rivals volcanoes.
With the presence of a light mist, and the pull of the moon.
With the regrets of as in oceans, and the tenacity of the sea.
With the past of a desert, and the future of the stars.
With a nature nature, and an odd friendship.
Watercolored
A blank canvas A clean stale
Everyone starts the same.
To paint a life To leave a mark
Everyone starts the same.
Uncertain of want to do, add more color, maybe new hue.
We are but a life yet to unfold, a story still being told.
Your color spreads as you grow, the tears of the world moving it so.
With each new moment comes more tears. Were all just faint colors, after many years.
No matter what you were, in the end, your just a blur.
Everyone ends the same.
Watercolored