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danielle-brown-1
Woman.
Its just as different If not all the same Who ever said love is lost Didn’t know love’s name It’s easier said Than it could possibly be done Catching a glimpse from the light Of the early dawn’s sun Who are we to judge What we don’t even know Let those free of sin Of course, cast the first stone The faces of the unknown Whom i long to meet Have a little chat Observe Look Wonder Speak Its all to easy This life I dream Its all to easy Easier than it seems So close to this place Where we long to be So far from freedom That my heart needs to see But before anything All And beyond Its best to be wistful With a mind of the young.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
Untitled (2011)
I’ve always understood my place with you But i knew for a fact that truth couldn’t be true Running from reality Hiding in my dreams Life seems much easier When it’s not as it seems The farther I run The closer I get The times I remember Are the same times I should forget Oh! Look at what you’ve caused This mess you have done You’ve tortured my heart And called it fun I can’t blame you Blame is all the same For it picks its victims And is tagged with one name Me. You. Us. We. Them. Down to the depths of the oceans Drifting under the moon No cares or cries Just an ignorant fool. I have understood theres no you And theres no me And I’ve agreed to these terms Only to be set free.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
Foolish (2011)
I’ve always understood my place with you, But I knew for a fact that truth couldn’t be true. Running from reality, And hiding in my dreams, Life seems much easier, When it’s not as it seems. The farther I run, The closer I get. The times I remember, Are the same times I should forget. Oh! Look at what you’ve caused This mess you have done. You’ve tortured my heart, And called it fun. I can’t blame you; Blame is all the same. For it picks its victims, And is tagged with one name: Me, You, Us, We, Them. Down to the depths of the oceans Drifiting under the moon No cares or cries Just an ignorant fool. I have understood theres no you And theres no me, And I’ve agreed to these terms Only to be set free.
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 3:29 AM UTC
Foolish (2011)
I wonder if you know what happens when the chasing stops and the games end? Or when the time spent wasted was only wasted time spent? Or if you’ll end up with the one who your heart truly desires? Or be brave to tell yourself that your mind was the liar? Oh, you won’t forget the great times you experienced while you chased? And You wouldn’t redo a single action or repeat a single day? You do understand that it all falls into place. And whatever does happen, well, I guess you can blame fate.
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 2:54 AM UTC
Questions (2011)
Euphoric visions Frantic envisions Body collisions Heavy prescriptions Enlightened by a muse that I was happily given Unwarranted treasures on the paper was written Psychadelic notions Underminded by twitches Glares of green lights flashing In the artists’ painted trenches Heavy prescriptions Doses of living Binded by ink from a tie-dye fitting Zones flowing in and out Lying down for the feeling Eyes looking up At the neon-colored ceiling Ah, is this living A euphoric disposition? Defying immortality by a psychedelic existence Back under... To the trenches And the heavy prescriptions
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 12:54 AM UTC
Don't Let The High Go To Waste
Twirl and contort Shape-shift and Distort Undeniably a misfit To function logically in the world we live in. Fighting unoriginality Breaking the bad reality Unbeknownst to me yet? "Too young", they say, "to fret". Well beyond the years that I am, Far below the society I am in.
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 12:52 AM UTC
Wains and Frets
This young man walked in Black suit and black shoes In his left hand was a briefcase And in his right was the news His face seemed tense He had a crease in his forehead Probably thinking about his job Who knows what he contemplated But his eyes told a different story They personified moonbeams His eyes told me his soul Was thinking about other things His pupils were ballet dancers That were caged in normality His eyes did not agree With his outer formality Within him I saw a hungry Beast of a lion Within him I saw a vision Of a fire that was dying He was doing what was expected of him He was conforming to them He was doing his normal routine Of the socialite man But he’s so much more than that His heart was aloof somewhere else I watched him pay for his coffee Take a sip Then he left.
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Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 7:06 PM UTC
Coffee Shop
I’d call you But what for? We haven’t talked for this long I’m sure a bruise wouldn’t conjure a couple of days more But to settle the score If any at all were taken It’s been different without you A different state and My heart has been telling my body to find you But my mind has been saying “I’m better without you” It’s been a constant battle trying to keep you abay But knowing I’ve been comforted by the fact You haven’t fought for me to stay All the more reasons To keep trekking ahead All the more reasons To forget the words you once said Spoken nothings hoisted through my memories Nothing lost, nothing gained But why do I still not feel free? You’re not here, but you trap me in your ways You didn’t acknowledge my existence Even when I was in front of your face But that’s all good It’s fine, it’s okay It was all in my head All made up anyway
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Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 7:02 PM UTC
What For?