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Why be ok? when you could be great... fantastic lovely flabbergasted Joyful melancholy happy

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Jul 12, 2015

Jul 12, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC

Why be ok? when you could be great... fantastic lovely flabbergasted Joyful melancholy happy

The window’s left open And yet I can't sleep The door is shut and my fan is on But my eyes still creep open And that’s when I feel its hand on my stomach I feel its breath on my face. The great beast has crawled out of the closet I’m just it’s snack. The great beast snarls words I can’t understand. It has long black nails and a large mouth. It has the sockets for the eyes it now lacks. It has flesh like mine and thoughts like mine The great beast snarls again and 3 words shine through “Me And You” The great beast removes it’s hand and makes it’s way to the window “Me And You” It’s louder now and clearer. I understand that I must follow it Through the window, to the outside with its arm around my shoulder It snarls no more, it’s nails no longer black, and it’s eyes in its head look like mine. It guides me to the road with a comforting sigh it let’s go. Back it turns to the window Back it climbs Back to my bed where it rests its head. For the road in front of me leads to a window The window’s opened by another reckless soul Their cells dying as they wish to do themselves In the window I see my reflection. The great beast I am. The great beast I’ll create.

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Jun 26, 2015

Jun 26, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC

The Beast I'll create

The window’s left open And yet I can't sleep The door is shut and my fan is on But my eyes still creep open And that’s when I feel its hand on my stomach I feel its breath on my face. The great beast has crawled out of the closet I’m just it’s snack. The great beast snarls words I can’t understand. It has long black nails and a large mouth. It has the sockets for the eyes it now lacks. It has flesh like mine and thoughts like mine The great beast snarls again and 3 words shine through “Me And You” The great beast removes it’s hand and makes it’s way to the window “Me And You” It’s louder now and clearer. I understand that I must follow it Through the window, to the outside with its arm around my shoulder It snarls no more, it’s nails no longer black, and it’s eyes in its head look like mine. It guides me to the road with a comforting sigh it let’s go. Back it turns to the window Back it climbs Back to my bed where it rests its head. For the road in front of me leads to a window The window’s opened by another reckless soul Their cells dying as they wish to do themselves In the window I see my reflection. The great beast I am. The great beast I’ll create.

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I’m cracking my mind Spilling on the floor You’re attacking me once more With a knife That holds the dictionary I wish we were ordinary With a gun Cocked and loaded Each bullet molded With your fist Rough, soft, and smooth The weapon I choose Is you.

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Jun 22, 2015

Jun 22, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC

Weapon of choice

I’m cracking my mind Spilling on the floor You’re attacking me once more With a knife That holds the dictionary I wish we were ordinary With a gun Cocked and loaded Each bullet molded With your fist Rough, soft, and smooth The weapon I choose Is you.

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Death's doors open on their own Motion activated Death doesn't lay traps Death doesn't play jokes Death doesn't always win but it never loses Death is fair Love's doors you have to have the right key and some times it still won't open Love is deceiving Love is cruel Love will let you think you're ahead of the game but in reality you're right where you started Love is unjust It's funny how love is seen as the hero and death the villain Everyone wants to be dead or in love.

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC

Death The Hero

Death's doors open on their own Motion activated Death doesn't lay traps Death doesn't play jokes Death doesn't always win but it never loses Death is fair Love's doors you have to have the right key and some times it still won't open Love is deceiving Love is cruel Love will let you think you're ahead of the game but in reality you're right where you started Love is unjust It's funny how love is seen as the hero and death the villain Everyone wants to be dead or in love.

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Your features are discrete But when your face is in the glow of a candle Darkness shadowing endlessly behind you Your eyes reflecting the flame An artist yearns for his paintbrush to capture your moment of beauty You're average But when you laugh A subtle giggle Maybe a little chuckle The precise pitches ringing in my ears like chimes on a windy day A musician becomes jealous that he can't make such a wonderful sound You're very busy But you take a deep breath as everything is piled up You look so calm especially for just breathing I breath everyday and I will never look as peaceful as the sunset peaking below the earth Every worker and every student wishes they had that calmness you possess Your job is dull during the day But in the morning you make cooking scrambled eggs look graceful as you dance and sway to the radio In the morning you seem fresh and new Everyone wants your positivity At night your tired But when your tired your eyes get heavy and I love to watch you drift away into a land of dreams In my dreams all I see is you As you sleep I hope you dream the same as me and love yourself as much as I love you.

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC

With you

Your features are discrete But when your face is in the glow of a candle Darkness shadowing endlessly behind you Your eyes reflecting the flame An artist yearns for his paintbrush to capture your moment of beauty You're average But when you laugh A subtle giggle Maybe a little chuckle The precise pitches ringing in my ears like chimes on a windy day A musician becomes jealous that he can't make such a wonderful sound You're very busy But you take a deep breath as everything is piled up You look so calm especially for just breathing I breath everyday and I will never look as peaceful as the sunset peaking below the earth Every worker and every student wishes they had that calmness you possess Your job is dull during the day But in the morning you make cooking scrambled eggs look graceful as you dance and sway to the radio In the morning you seem fresh and new Everyone wants your positivity At night your tired But when your tired your eyes get heavy and I love to watch you drift away into a land of dreams In my dreams all I see is you As you sleep I hope you dream the same as me and love yourself as much as I love you.

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I named him darkness. You wouldn't know him. He is the only friend I have He holds me and comforts me He tells me what I want to hear I named him darkness. He only comes out at night He is the only enemy I have He comes at the worst times He cuts away at me I named him darkness It’s fitting He’s only in my head He only hurts me He only haunts me I named him darkness I need him He’s the flame to my gasoline He’s the raging saw to my branches He’s the only thing I can love I named him darkness I named him

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Jun 18, 2015

Jun 18, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC

Named Him

I named him darkness. You wouldn't know him. He is the only friend I have He holds me and comforts me He tells me what I want to hear I named him darkness. He only comes out at night He is the only enemy I have He comes at the worst times He cuts away at me I named him darkness It’s fitting He’s only in my head He only hurts me He only haunts me I named him darkness I need him He’s the flame to my gasoline He’s the raging saw to my branches He’s the only thing I can love I named him darkness I named him

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Nights like this Nights where the air is thick Nights when the sky is blue and there are gray clouds Nights where your eyes are heavy Weighing down your soul. Nights like this Nights where your face is dry but you're crying Nights when the loud is silent Nights where you’re melting Into thoughts.

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Jun 18, 2015

Jun 18, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC

Nights like this

Nights like this Nights where the air is thick Nights when the sky is blue and there are gray clouds Nights where your eyes are heavy Weighing down your soul. Nights like this Nights where your face is dry but you're crying Nights when the loud is silent Nights where you’re melting Into thoughts.

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I consider myself colorblind No, I can see perfectly fine. My true colors I hope you find. I can see red and blues combined I can see the green of the tree line But I consider myself colorblind. Times can't rewind You and I are equal, bottom line My true colors I hope you find. I can see the rainbows aligned Hell! I can see the gold dollar sign! But I consider myself colorblind. All I mean is to be kind. Life isn't a ladder it’s a vine. My true colors I hope you find Open up your mind All these colors are divine. But I consider myself colorblind My true colors I hope you’ll find.

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Jun 17, 2015

Jun 17, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC

Colorblind

I consider myself colorblind No, I can see perfectly fine. My true colors I hope you find. I can see red and blues combined I can see the green of the tree line But I consider myself colorblind. Times can't rewind You and I are equal, bottom line My true colors I hope you find. I can see the rainbows aligned Hell! I can see the gold dollar sign! But I consider myself colorblind. All I mean is to be kind. Life isn't a ladder it’s a vine. My true colors I hope you find Open up your mind All these colors are divine. But I consider myself colorblind My true colors I hope you’ll find.

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