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poems...

my first post.. might as well do what i'm good at...
poetry.

we all make our own truths sometimes we have to deal with misplaced reality, sometime we dont want to hear the words being said.

are you still angry, cuz i can't see the line's of hope drawn in yer face.

are you still angry, cuz i can't see the line's of hope drawn in yer face.

A Reflection of Me ------------------
fall down, dont get up, best place for you to be a lost child, do i scare you?a reflection of me growing inside u, i am dead inside, i bet you know how that feels, what was taken from us was nothing, what was taken from us was something,lacerated sky,what was taken from us was hope, we continue our lives and try to forget, i see you ina mirror every morning, apiece of my soul, a part of my past, a reflection of me, do u see the same thing too? -end

this bridge, this dream this music, this scene only one thing missing it seems, hold it tight as it fades in my hands, keep moving ,keep booting, i can see the light at the end of the tunnel

what if you had a choice? but you went the wrong coulda had everything, you let it slip, keep trying to hold on, it's gone, once in a while a faded memory resurfaces, dreams become reality, life is only so many experinces, one wrong path on this road bring's it all down.

a hand reaching out in the darkness to find u near-

time to carry on, dreams seem to stick around,we hold onto them, we need something to be for tomoorow, who knows what will be?

time heals all wounds or so they say, i don't know about this one. questioning?

Screaming.
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four walls and a funeral, this is my reward for my life, feverish dreams, murders not yet commited, screaming out for someone,just to hold me, someone whos just not there

siiting in my little box, afraid to face the world,melancholy cigarette dripping from my lips, the world is a very scary place, behind these walls, it's safe. dont have to be anyone.betryaed by anyone.grasping at hopeless stars, barly hanging on

wearing the cloaked, mad dreams of a thousand that came before, unbearable pain hidden within, broken, i am a man, i preserve

standing in the doorway, a reflection of who u used to be.

Unconditional
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how can this love be unconditional when you placeso many conditions on me expectation,exploring an unknown that may never come, bitterness lingering between us like two countrys at war.well if this is war, laying my weapons downis the only option, i'm not here to fight, it'ds unconditional, it;s love

i remeber being younger, happier, have we changed so much, we grow old

if love is unconditional, why does the world place so many conditions on us

Ghosts in the Morgue
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memory dying away slowly,underage kids hiding away in the night, put yer hands up or well blow yer balls away, ghosts in the morgue, not yet dead are we.

running away seems the only chooice, but ive already ran away as far as i can only choice now is to run back home running away, like the child ill somehow always be, the world feeling like it's closing in on me, i light another cigarette,exprience it all leave it to none

when the dreamer is decived who does he have to fall back on? when dreams and money are all the same, the only true freinds you have are the ones you keep in yer back pocket.LOVE

here i am in the big city agian, wondering if they still talk about me in that small town, when i left i burnt every bridge to burn, maybe that town killed all my dreams, guess it's not always what you need

my soul skipping across the river, like a stone cast of destiny

dont mistake love for loyalty becasue feelings can betray

absorbed by the darkness of the night, only the light of the full moon remains

Piss on yer Grave
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dedicated to the abusers:
just because im educated doesnt make me any less violent, the anger is gone, the reasoning remains, a slow burning hate within my soul now im smarter now im learned, willing to hide in the shadows and play the system, just cuz i'm older dont think ive forgotten your stain of abuse still taints me, everything i am i am despite of you. i cant wait for the day isee your death. afterwards i will piss on yer grave.

night turns to day, the morning sun burns my face, letting me know i'm alive

peices of my soul dripping , into cascades of glimmering,, a memory long since gone... a dream long dead. i put these hands of mine, i put my head in these hands.

at 18 i felt old, now much older than that now, i feel half dead, but the blood still boils in my veins, still so much left to do till i can sleep


so it's some incoherent rambling.. but these are my thoughts and it's a good starting point.

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