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Adam Cummins Dec 2016
You
As the Sky rises and the stars fade,
time moves on,
but i’m stuck inside, inside.

Inside my soul, picking up the pieces,
That I dropped along the way.

I seek, I seek,
For the missing peace,
But I can’t find it,

For it is you.

Gut wrenching, heart pounding,
time moves on,
but i’m stuck in mind, in mind.

In mind I live,
I live in peace,
In peace I love,
In love I am.

They ask me why,
Why do i care,
the answer i do not know.
In happiness I grew,
But i haven’t a clue,
For it is you.
Adam Cummins Dec 2016
If you could, you could, see me now,
I’m walking streets of gold.

If you could, you could, see me now,
I’m standing tall and whole.

If you could, you could, see me now.
You know I’ve seen His face.

If you could, you could, see me now
You’d know the pains erased.
You wouldn’t want to leave this place.

Beyond the hold, the game is spaced.
Big waste, skinny waist, never could be
replaced.

The shadows lift, dawn rises,
Up, around, believe your eyes..is,
Seeing what you want to see,
Knowing what you wish to be.
If only you could only see me now.
Adam Cummins Mar 2015
Its growing again,
That feeling inside,
the dark, vast, empty space,
that is my heart.

Frustration and anger swells once more,
every time i think.
Of you.
Of how much hurt and pain you carry every day,
but share it with so few.

Weakness is not to let someone in, but rather; to not.
Strength is freedom to unite. To share the burden you carry.
There is always someone there to listen. And care.
Care like no one has before.

Open your eyes and see,
that its there before you.
Strength. Commitment. Trust. Love.
Adam Cummins Nov 2013
Why is it so hard,
To not think of you?

Just for a second of my day.

A love untold,
An ache so strong,
You cast a shadow on my lung.

I can't breathe knowing how
Unrequited
Your love
Is for me.

I guess I have to accept,
That for you,
It's not me.
Yet still I kept
In my heart, my desire,
To hold onto you forever and ever.

There comes a time when I have to say,

*Goodbye.
Does affection make sense?
Adam Cummins Nov 2013
I stood there thinking,
How it used to be,
Back in the day,
When we could be free.

The good times and the dark,
We're the same but for that spark,
In your eye when you'd smile,
Brightly and uniquely,
Much like your sense of style.

From fragile to strong you became,
Or so you like to think.
But I can see that deep inside,
You're weak.
Your vulnerability alongside
Your fake smile and your
Feigned positive attitude
Is an innocent little boy,
Crying out for help.

Though it happened so hard and fast,
I miss you more as we pass,
Through time and space,
Alone for now.
Reunited again we shall somehow

Be strong together at long last.

Old times can become new,
If only you knew how
To accept yourself,
For who you are,
Much stronger you'd become.

Finally I'd like to say,
Despite the past,
I'd like to fray.
Our cherished bond will remain for life,
Through inevitable strife,
That will occur because of fate,
I just have to say,

I will always be here for you.
Even though it kills me.
That one person..
Adam Cummins Oct 2013
The fear I feel,
Is more than real,
A language oh so old.

Whether tis nobler to do so,
Or to know so,
The actions. The workload. The stress.

It's not just the midsummer nights dream,
That I wish would lay to rest,
But the process which I fear.

An expectation oh so high,
It feels like Everest to climb.

The challenge academics face,
Is not that great at all.
But to me I see,
The fear to be,
what little time I have.

To learn the lines,
get dolled up to the nines
Step out and say to ye,
Is it for me?
To be or not to be.
Adam Cummins Oct 2013
I wake up,
To my surprise, I still breathe.
Truly a stump,
That I did not die.
For when I sleep,
I am short of breath.
A slumber so deep,
It is a brush with death.
Swept into its void,
Begging me to never awake.
To never return to my world destroyed,
And be left forsook.

Here I am lifted from the fog,
That is my sorrow.
An ever growing clog,
Filled with the constant echo.

Of my dying soul,
Penetrated by the ammunition.
Of the demons in the hellhole,
That is my reality now broken.
Shattered into glass,
That impales my skin.
A great agony nothing can surpass.

The blood runs through my pen,
As I write my impending doom,
If only my eyes could be sewn shut,
So I may no longer awake to this gloom.

And be forever wrapped in this net,
Where I may be set free,
No longer a prisoner of wretched deeds.
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