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The Worst Is Just Begening!
The Worst Is Just Beginning!
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Really, I'm
I guess i don’t know what i’m doing.
I waver and sway between this and that;
hither and thither
to opposites and extremes, related only by my search
to find something in them.
Really, I’m none of these people.
really i’m this floating, naked ion
beneath clothes, shoes, hats and the images associated with whatever band i happen to be listening to at the time.
Really i’m tired, really i don’t know who “i” am.
This is all a lie and the truth is
that all of the people who are me,
and perform for me in this play
are nothing but pointless
Short Breath of Time
Listen to the sweet whispering wind
As it tears through your long hair
The sun glistens off your eyes
And in them I see myself alive
Feel my heart beat with yours
The rhythm of a sweet song not heard
I feel the world escape from my thoughts
Its only you and me
See the clouds drift about above our heads
The day drifts to night in its typical way
Can you see the flowers close their eyes tonight?
As my love is shown in myriad ways
Far Gone
Where I left you standing, is where I left my heart
Too many mistakes to take back every word I ever said
So if there is time tonight, to forgive and make everything alright
I would take your hand and follow you until I couldn’t walk anymore
Because tonight I lay awake and dwell on the mistakes I made
But if you forgive me I would go back, I would go straight back to sleep
Am I too far gone?
To be remembered and forgiven
For the world seems divided
Torn between light and dark
And dreams and nightmares
Tell me, where is my heart?
Inward Bound
in my mind
I see
a blank screen
no applause
greets me
I am
alone
in my very
own
cosmos
which fits nicely
onto the
blank screen
I am
in reality
or beyond
a pointless
zero
freedom
leaning towards the sun
realizing that im sick, eccentric, and overhelmed
An intense overloading feeling for everything that surfaces and brushes air
i need to run
dragging myself through each dead step of a beautiful, and ultimate hell.
the world is closing more slowly
will i make it to the silver top thats clear, pale, and fair.
craving something to slide on my body, ultimately enabling me to see.
spread on my back, under all this power.
who is this
a slap from karmas sweet flower
i cant seem to understand any more..
Firefly
I never knew perfection till
I saw your eyes and I feel it still
I never knew my heart could hurt so much
I feel it in my bones at night
All alone I can see the sky
But I am afraid that I can’t get out
I only wake up alone
Drenched in the sunlight’s tone
I could never be anything more to you
I could lie to you in everyway
Tell you I don’t care and run away
But I would only be hurting myself
The emotions I said I still feel
The love we both know is real
The memories that made me feel alive
Everything that we once had
The tears you shed when you were sad
The pa
And Then
She posed the shingle
And the rusted tack
The while I hammered in …
The stubby pin,
A thing for which
I have no knack,
And then her thumb …
And broke the piece
(And then the peace).
Boy! was she dumb.
Cand Jent
Hass un bwig trars, whach un flird
Apli’ts the cring, thun cleavs unburv’d,
Soe wis mroine rem’ry ril’d cand wirr’d;
Iy sust flo hitt ackiv’d cand swurv’d.
Hass clas’ps lakoon, ny blusts unscriv’n,
Thi pue vom’s undhercwinch’d detent,
Soe mroine psyk keld hatt instent’s skyv’n;
Iy sust flo hitt ackiv’d cand jent.
Hass, yat un boup, bour fwift lingk dreaps
Thi florch’rds crull uv floom cand sment,
Soe stov hir sum min fridgetry reeps;
Iy sust flo hitt ackiv’d cand jent.