Poetry

Friends

I have always found people to be a disappointment. I thought it was from expecting too much, Now having learned friends are fleeting. I realize that my assumptions are as such: No one wants to hear the truth about themselves, Finding the right words and way was so hard. To gather the courage to finally spill my feelings, Only to find our hearts splayed all over the yard. If anyone was to tell me the truth, I would want it…

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Keep off the ____ please.

Welcome to my…. Please tread lightly Softer than it appears. We have a quiet balance here Take what you need. Give if you take. I hope you like it. I want you to feel Welcome. Wonderful having you here Please have a seat. I have no chairs. We prefer to feel the ground. Pain turns to beauty. Beauty to pain. I hope you will stay I have so much to tell you. Isn’t it peaceful? What do you hear? There…

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Darkness & Light Blindness & Sight Before you is all I am A picturesque scene in a forgotten land. Life shimmers around you and through you it coarses You feel it? Your life. Your beauty. Your Self. That energy feeds all creation; It is all that you see All that IS. Sickness & Health Poverty & Wealth Have little meaning to me Ours is a way long lost to your kind. You see me because you have found your way…

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Into the light

Light from Darkness Life for Death Reason behind Madness Read my Sadness Of a life through a life. Seeing patterns in a marvelous maze Suffocating beneath this thick black haze Inside myself you can never see This hard black hate inside of me Poison this Body Penetrate this Beast Watching from closed doors Wait for ME. I can see a Light inside of here…. I can see a Light inside of here…. I can see a Light inside of here….…

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Getting a Grip.

I am so incredibly lost What the hell am I doing? What the fuck was I thinking Hope I make it out alright Sucking the life. Breathing the pain. I am such a fucking joke Pathetic even to me. Insufferable wench. Honesty is dark at best. Truth brings light that is blinding Everything you hate I am. Nothing that is pure. Pain is Beauty. Beauty is Pain. I am beautiful in my eyes Bleeding and torn Cracks in the sidewalk…

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Breaking Point

I am losing control of myself No longer do I have a grip A once steady course set upon Seems to have given me the slip So often I used to turn to myself My thoughts, spilled out into words Now finding it difficult to say what I mean Having difficulty being heard Perhaps it has come to a point A climax so to speak Or a fork in the road The top of a mountain – it’s peak. Honest…

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