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George C Apr 2013
There is always a cold and uncomfortable bench
A bench for each and every person to reassess life
To sit and discover the simple gaze to the end of vision
And the random yet not so aimless wonder that uncontrollably arrives
To define the hidden pure happiness that doesn't bloom
A possibly imaginative belief
Only present after a life's defeat
George C Dec 2014
There was faith in his absent mind.

Or was it just the mere need to be blind?
Is faith imaginary,
Or is this imagination his only reality?

He is free
George C Mar 2013
A single night where coming home can be at peace
A single moment when the hatred would cease
A single day to wake up and feel the pain release
It just doesn't exist

Dead love of another surrounds my mood
Sickening grudge fails to remain contained
And despair quickly quakes my mind
Leaving me simply, too tired

I'll say one thing,
After everyone dies
George C Aug 2013
We sleep for a about a fourth of our lives,
While dreaming for 6 years,
And upon waking up,
Most of these dreams,
Are forgotten

The only happy life
Is forgotten

The fantasy,
Is forgotten.

And so we live,
And die, every night,

And we actually wake up,
As we lay down,
...Without knowing so
George C Nov 2013
They can feel you falling away,
Never longer the same, Never longer,
Unable to break,
And may someone who feels for you,
Help you out of the rays of the sun,
May they help you glide by its shadows,
For the most obvious reasons,
Though that very few
Can purely
See

And so with those thoughts I swiftly walk by the dark street,
With a light in the distance but so far away its,
Dimmed to me.

And so I think for someone else,
Not myself
For once,
As I hear the baby cry its cry and sob its sob,
While I walk,
As I hear some other mom tell her daughter,
That next year it won't be a school night,
Next year she can sleep over,
Next year she can do this
And do that,
Just be prepared.

And so with those thoughts I swiftly walk by the dark street,
With a light in the distance but so far away its,
Dimmed to me.

Sometime afterwards,
I'm hit by the intoxication of imagination,
The visuals that form spontaneous speech,
And words that form anything but sentences,
Though they form expression,
Nothing like this, though.

And so with those thoughts I swiftly walk by the dark street,
With a light in the distance but so far away its,
Dimmed to me.

And So I'll walk again,
Maybe in this night or,
Maybe in the upcoming day,
Well really,
In the upcoming true episode of life that hits me soonest,
Nothing of the sort regarding the past,
Nothing of the sort regarding now,
And nothing of the sort regarding the future,
Whatever hits me that is a timeless presence.

The whole problem is that the timeless presence is one of a kind,
One of a kind that barely anyone is willing to find,
And I dare someone to slash me blind,
The timeless peace that is yet with my life aligned,
Will find me when I find it
George C Feb 2013
Delicate eyes never drying,
The inner most of me slowly dying,
Nerves shocking my mind,
My mind goes blind
Thoughts aligning
My soul unwinding
George C Dec 2014
Where is the end and what is the end,
Is the end the place where time will bend,
Is the end the place where recollection occurs,
Of all the peaks passed and valleys endured,
Will we be saved,
Or will we be taken away,
Is there a choice

No

only to dust we turn
George C Feb 2013
Spill it into words,
as your air spills into your lungs
as your thoughts spill into your mind
as your meaning spills into your being
George C May 2013
Sitting in a room with 20 people,
Dimmed lights, door closed, voices lowered,
Vision wavy and I'm thinking slow,
Only thing normally appearing is her on the opposite end
Hell did I see her crystal clear,
Reflecting the dimmed light into my eyes,
It's her mere sight,
Smile traded for a smile back,
Definitely felt something right,
Everyone shifts to the couches in the lightless room,
I knew it was going to happen soon,
She and I exchange whispers,
While Jealousy caves in on the others,
Everything happens so slow ,
Yet the time races, there's no tomorrow,
And as we approach each others' close aura,
Her friend sears her with a gaze as if she has no idea,
Go on now open the the box of Pandora,
As lips almost touch they take her, they leave,
Claiming to be past curfew, as if I'd believe,
Though I don't understand what had just occurred,
Nothing happened yet they fled like birds,
I feel sad and mad and even recent memory is blurred,
Only thing I see clear is her,
As she walks away sad and stirred,
No form of goodbye exchanged,
Everything simply deferred,
I go home.
And I wonder why she gave me this curse,
Mentally attached, ****, put my thoughts in a hearse,
Nothing could happen that's worse.
Someone tell me why,
Her earring is currently clung onto my shirt
No idea what to call this
Don't even know if its a poem
George C Aug 2013
See that's the issue with these usual issues
They get old
Really old
So old, that
Every word
I hear
Just..
Never ceases to make my ears bleed,
******* these issues,
These issues, These issues

Well ****..
Every couple of days,
Mom needs a refill of tissues
George C Apr 2013
Foggy to the minds
Yet so clear to many hearts
Unbelievable
George C Oct 2014
It's just a buncha **** I wish could do,
Yet with this **** strife I'm only subdued,
Clueless on what to wait on now,
Constantly a smile flipped into a frown,
I wonder what it takes to not be so bound,
Constantly punished I question what's the cause,
The fate, karma, or just God's given smiteful pause
George C Nov 2012
With my blind eyes I seek.
A reason why all I see from what I cannot see,
fills my cup of feelings with enormity
A being that guides me to peoples souls,
in order for me to feel the ones I had the inability to see.
Living in this cipher...
I seek my blind eyes.
George C Jun 2013
It seems as if,
You only witness the death of time,
And fail to experience it

Making this mistake is horrid,
Watching death as it luridly kills
Everything,

No, Please

Encounter me

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