Bwtween two
forced to choose between the two,
forced to choose between honesty and dispair,
forced to choose between beauty and destruction,
forced to choose between life and death,
forced to choose between 3 years and 5 years,
forced to choose between who i am friends with,
and still with the choice of both i loose one.
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unforseen effects created by the thought, eternity in a question, randomly answered by the answer that is questioned, related to the bypassing of the passing, tossed like the concrete it is, randomly thought of as if, mother earth shut it's doors, to open the windows of time, led by instinct that is programmed, and fate that is luck, to a lifetime of hoping, for the answer to the ultimate question.
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Be heard
Everything that's left is a waste of time,
to wait in the pressure,
trying to keep yourself together,
when everyone ignores you,
and you shout your feelings,
and no body is listening,
become the one that is feared,
give out your warning,
and make sure you say it loud and clear,
but when no one is listening,
unleash the anger,
the battle that is held within,
unleash your true you,
and let yourself be heard.
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yesterday as it once was, makes way for tomorrow, but where did today go, as it slips away into the eternal absence we call life, as it once was today, now 3 days from now, life twist and turns with this shallow time called life, yet so fast to not remember tomorrow, time flys by so fast, yet still young and alone, thinking about 5 years ago, while that is today, and yesterday was 15 years ago, just to look back in a memory of today.
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The Truthful Lie
Don't bother looking behind,
irony is all you will find,
can't we stop and stand,
but that was never your choice,
let to bury my feelings inside,
staring at the night,
sitting by yourself in the light,
asking for assistance to stand,
expecting someone to give you a hand,
you can't make it right,
all you know how to do is hide,
cower at your thought,
of everything never thought you would get caught?
stand and whisper,
words you know are not true.
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The Logic Error
Sitting, hating, waiting, aching,
pushing to be pulled, working to be destroyed,
walking forward and being pulled backwards,
a mental struggle between good and evil,
the sarcasm bites like a spider injecting poision,
slow, weak, tired, scared,
i fall, and try to pull together my strength,
to pull myself to the doorway,
the floor begins to shift and wheel me backwards,
but the struggle continues,
my legs no longer work, and i have no strength,
yet i keep up with the struggle,
it feeds off of giving up, it feeds off of fear,
but i believe im stronger than that,
I believe i can overcome,
i hope this time im right,
before i maybe exhausted.
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Coming up short
Summer brease blowing through the air with such clarity, the very sound from the silenced battle has ended, just like a ray of hope, the sun forcefully tears it's way through the clouds, the birds that once dropped atom bombs on sanity, are now singing and flying gracefully through the sky, the soldiers blood from their forgiven wounds, now grow trees where it once tainted, the nightmares are now turned to fantasies, the very aspect of fear is now transformed into love and compasion, i walk down a road once turned black with hatred and distrust, which is now gleaming with respect and dignity, a vision of an angle before me makes me dropp to my knees, questioning my vision, and hoping for my fate, she came and wispered the sweet words of the future in my ear, and in the end, i came up short! Irony at it's best...
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Blinders
Walking through the haze, yet i can barely see,
i cant find you, and i cant see me,
you regret the day when i found, the hole in the ground,
you told me lies, and lead me round and round,
the bright skys turn to grey, and the rain starts to fall,
and acid'y taste, eats through the skin on my skull,
The supports that held me, were removed,
my life as i knew it, will not be renewed,
I LONG FOR, WHAT YOU GAVE,
I LONG FOR, HOW YOU BEHAVED,
I LONG FOR, WHAT WE HAVE MADE,
I LONG FOR, THE HOLE YOU DUG, MY GRAVE,
We talked about going places, what comes to mind is chicago,
So i raise the middle finger, and the index finger follows,
Doing some scanless crap, that was uncalled for,
i can see you don't want me, and you want more,
it should be easy to undock, and sail my ship away,
but the rough seas, and my memories keep me at bay,
Just take a monkey wrench, and fix this sence of pain,
or just take a numbing needle, and stick it in my vein,
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Fate of the Fallen
You represent yourself, full of dignity and courage,
tell me just how you let yourself go,
to come around and settle for less,
i guess there is no stopping you,
it makes you feel sane,
scars can't begin to explain,
cause it something you don't understand,
your gutting yourself cause,
you have time,
it's what you feel,
destroy yourself,
a gift you got from a good friend,
the courage to love yourself,
the degree of your mistakes,
a riot your in the middle of,
the things, you didn't think about,
or consider, that there's no stopping,
your closest to the furthest you have been,
you can't begin to tell me, cause i won't understand,
or have any interest in believing,
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Victim to persecution
Then you talk a little more about your dreams,
How it involves your thought of rings,
a little more about your needs,
for i bit my tounge,
just for a feed,
for you drag me in the street,
ask me to forgive your mistakes,
put me in misery from your plea,
as i buckle from my knees,
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
but what was it like?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
It's perjury on your arm,
that was put there by your soul,
your feeling sorry, for not achieving your goals,
tacking in your argument,
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