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Well thank you for coming to read my humble offerings to the world! I hope you enjoy them and feel free to tell me exactly what you think! No titles (sorry i can only do so much, but they have stories to 'um so what can you expect! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) ----------------------------------------
Deep and dark the tangled hills
Roll slowly over time
The meek and simple dare not trod
Upon their fields of rhyme
They hold the secrets of the world
For here god was born
They show a beauty in simplicity
In their rolled and barren form
All must come here once or twice
If only just to be
In the silhouette cast upon
The green lowland sea
I feel time and eternity
And the swift wind of age
All life and death and destiny
Are written on this page
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I can never find the end
If I never knew the start,
All in all I fell apart,
Who knew it? No one?
Does it really matter how
The sanity I created
Got the holes which I see now?
�Troubles are made� I try to say.
�Blank faces do no harm.�
�All that matters in that YOU know you.�
(Goosebumps on my arm)
Pierced through; a gaping hole
Forms in my heart,
All in all I fell apart,
A strange sense of nowhere
Begins to surround me here.
I�ve come so far I barely noticed
That I have lost every fear.
All that is left to fill
The silent, empty pit
Is the whimper that I cannot help but make
In my final fit.
What am I left to do
When there�s no one to play my part?
All in all I fell apart.
Symphonies or thunderstorms:
Which should I choose?
Earthly pleasures with a human soul,
Or the terror of a divine muse?
Decisions always came hard to me.
Why must I face wrong
When all I really ever wanted
Is to just seem strong.
With every word that I never forget
I feel the prick of a dart.
All in all I fell apart.
Who�s to say that I didn�t know!
Who�s to say that I cannot hear!
I pretend I don�t to escape the blame
That I find all to near.
Lonely, uncertain, lost and lame.
Night in silence, day in uproar.
Nothing seems to follow me now,
It�s not like it ever did before.
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Strange fits have I known,
But passions? Oh can it be
That a passion passed me by,
And I was just to hidden to see?
1.
For all that I can think but not see,
For all that I can fell but not hear,
For all that I can believe but not love,
I shed a single tear.
2.
There is so much that plays inside my mind
For which I am the only audience.
And eve though they are clean and clear,
To others they make no sense.
If I share what�s there with another
I always leave in pain.
Why should I even try
To let others stand in my rain?
I invision someone in the world
Who would want to know.
And to all that I can think but not see:
You don�t have anywhere else to go.
�Despite what you and the universe thinks
Eternity is now in my sight�
Said one who had lost immortality
To one who gained it that night.
Look on my work, ye mighty,
And ignore my true creation,
For I am the author of a song
Of dark and desperation.
To ignore a person is the easy way out,
But to not even care is worse
And I am a product of both of these.
But I face my double curse.
Because what else can I do?
I�m sure I tried everything else.
I believe now I�ll keep it in
And dream all by myself.
I dream about insanity,
Of life and death �humanity
That follows at my heal
Mumbles the words �they are not real.�
I wrote the word �Jovial� at the top of the page
For no other reason than my pencil had formed a �J�.
But now every time I look at it, for some reason,
I see the word �Trial.�
It�s funny what your mind chooses for you to see.
All that I hold dear
Is burned by hate.
Oh why is it that I must
Be abandoned to this fate.
For I, who hates nothing
�cause I have no right,
Fell the pain of eyes
Sickening at my sight.
Pretending not to notice
Only goes so far.
I cannot last forever
Covering up my scar.
But it�s worse when I talk,
So now I hold my tongue
Because I would never want to
Bore you with my song.
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Songs wind slowly through my mind
Songs no one else will hear
They tell the tales of all I know
And all I�ve come to fear
Over time the words have faded
To songs I once knew by heart
Leaving me with an eerie silence
And a sense of being apart
I sit and try to write my thoughts
But the words that come aren�t real
My head swims to keep them in
But myself must be concealed
Could I possibly trust someone else with them
Than look them in the face every day?
I�m not sure but I�m afraid to try
For fear of what they might say
What will it be like to remember
The moment I�m experiencing now
Will it be good or bad or something
That my mind represses somehow
To me time is a funny thing
The present does not exist
Rather it is where the past and future collide
In time�s swirling colored mist
Somehow I get through it
Though I am never the same
As I was before I knew
The person behind my name
To me the heat feels better
Than the cooling earth�s decay
I raise my hands up to the stars
And have nothing left to say
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