todd-kellison
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Ironic
The morning sun trickles through the curtains as a reminder of another day begins / finding the rhythm of life an echo of days past, just a picture out of time unable to break the / cycle of days leading to the recycling of moments of prior.
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Dec 5, 2013
When it rains it pours
Have you ever noticed life is a repetitive set of circumstances / one follows the other, with what seems to be a never ending / path of destruction, or blessing.
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Aug 13, 2013
When Love and Hate Collide
Oh selfish heart how can you lie / you love me then say good-bye / I wonder the wisdom in your choice's of life
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Aug 12, 2013
my choice
The choice is made the mode unsure with the taunting call of death ringing in my ears beckoning imploring me come. / Making the end seem all the more alluring I reach for the gun once so feared but now embraced by my callased hand / I deserve and crave deaths cold hand, I have lost so many including the love of my life,caused so much pain that iI am due.
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Mar 28, 2013
Loss
Loss of love with slow unintentional barbs and pokes / I have failed to nourish and cherish the love I have been blessed with / A lie no matter how small is a lie, why is the truth so hard to face so elusive to the conversation.
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Mar 27, 2013
betrayed
The pain felt because of pride and the need to be superior / To revenge some wrong percieved is not right no matter how turned or explained / If you can't be supportive you are not needed so move on
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Feb 19, 2013
the eye
Why must we lose our love of love / Are we so busy to monitor where love is / Are we so jaded that we dont even care
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Jan 10, 2013
Untitled
I am engulfed in the pain of the day / always stalking me wishing me harm / with my life unimportant it leaves me to try and discover why want's my soul
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Dec 6, 2012
The note
I want to die / I want to give up / I want to end this pain
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Dec 6, 2012
Monster inside
The darkness consumes my every thought dragging me to the corners of my mind. / There I find the memories of days gone by, hurt that was forgotten and joy never known. / My silent torment remains silent as the screams for help echo in the hollwness of the memories I store.
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Nov 16, 2012
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