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Thepioneer
Thepioneer
Writing for the reader. Always been uncomfortable with it, but it's for the reader not me. I hope you find it relatable and easy to read. Please enjoy!
17 untold horrors Innumerable errors Front of no worries Inside of painful flurries Fighting down the guilt The pain The fear The anger The hate Of actions Of the past Present Full of resent Never being good enough For self standards 3 times 3 full restarts 3 times failed Sadness Not being able to be What is needed Knowing those laid to rest Would be ashamed And Enflamed Being a self That is despicable Unreadable Disagreeable Unchanging Lacking the will To change And fulfill All that is wanted Knowing that self Is broken
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
Untitled
We have no choice in our birth Or the time we are brought into this earth Henceforth tis only by a want A choice not to be flaunt It's a fight that will only put on delay The day when we kiss this world away Destined for a date unfathomable But to some the beauty is discoverable Each soul lives by self a self goal Wonderful wants tucked into a unique skull To some the end is a terrible fear Others becon it near "Love thy neighbor" They may be poor Or Shut you out with the slam of a door But, if you love you can do no more We will all face the hooded reaper It can end in a gentle whisper Or a terrible fight of terror For many including i We don't wish to die But there are those who suffer Whose choice to live is to worse than the other We all wish to save eachother And yet must discover Dieing is a salvation To a burdened soul without any hope of a collection Of their deserved happy memories Denied to them since infancies As awful truths as these Death is no disease I love you And no matter what may be That is true
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
Grimly elegant
habbits don't all show through daily Like a nail biter Or the drug addict fighter Unlike the masterbater Some are shown over time Like mine all the betrayals All the heartbreaks All the times I sent a (: When I knew.. It would lead her on Or all the times Hopes were built up When they should have never been Or thinkin more of me and I Than of her and they My habit is to be me Which is awful as any person can be
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Don't Let Me Fall
Its clear to all And now I That I destroy all And ought die
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
Untitled
Mastering emotions Sounds astounding No sudden tears Or embarrassing blush But It becomes a drug Secretly Becoming easier each time Only when feelings are few and life loses its joys Is the mistaking known Of the drug and addiction Of the crime And no emotion comes with the revelation No more a human A robot with flesh
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Untitled
A truly painful Decision, how can you stay Part of my life yet?
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
This
This desk is my island, This pen; my sailboat, My mind is the captain, Exploring the world, But, I can never get far enough, To know myself, There’s too many miles, Words can’t cover them all, I barely know who I am, Or even what I want, Or if what I do; will mean a thing. Though at times, I am alone, Others; I am not I am my own worst enemy, And my own best friend, I could sail forever on this pen, To a sea; misshapen and insecure, To try and be sure, Of an answer which may not, Even be there. But of this; I swear, Whatever ship carries me, To wherever you may be, Whatever treasures, I have to bare, However adorned, With all my scars and tears: It’s all for you, I reveal my insides, I sift through the oceans, And clear the skies, I sail for you; my dear, Until my last pen dies.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
Pens
I'm familiar With anger and it's control But this rage is new
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
Anger
Nothing left to feel its been cried, raged, drank, Screamed out. what feeling is this?
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
emptiness or acceptance
Time Doomed from the beginning for we live by a thing that defines change powerless against its incomprehendable hold only allowed foggy memories of the once was Tis neither cruel nor merciful time is simply changing
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Epiphany