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elijah-master
elijah-master
Sometimes when you win you loose, so hold on to all your ***** to sedate the hate you've grown too tired to iterate and as you hit the snooze to suppress the state of alarm within you remember... where've you been what has hurt and what has elevated you to love and light beyond mundane normality there is pleasure in pain and pain in pleasure sanity in insaneness it's all just a dream, only the mind sees in black and white open your eyes to colors of possiblity and feel the depth of senses completely immersed in the experience of life... for the way i see it, there is not greater tragedy to reach the end of life without tasting the ecstasy of life itself , to die in a trapped mind, running on outdated information is the very predicament know as the human condition
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
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a poem, oh a poem what shall I write if I am to write at all. about me? about you? what’s the difference ? about life? about death? i can’t seem to tell them apart about love about hate it’s not so black and white why write at all one might ask as they stumble through life begging for the answers while cursing the questions. why even bother one might ask as they stare into the abyss of their laptop screen in the lonely stillness of the night. what is it all for one might ask as the pain swallows them up stubbornly refusing to regurgitate whats left.-------------- why?, you ask.... sorry, i can't help you with that one
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
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anger was tabooed to death. but it never meant to hurt anyone it only wanted to protect .... After the funeral someone had to replace the job. after the burial of the emotion depression moved into office
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
anger
There's a nightmare in my mind I don't see the world through ****** eyes I see through  distorted lenses that   make me blind to beauty and understanding I hear through  biased ears that make me deaf to the music of joy and love I experience not what's out there but what's inside a misled mind....
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
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it's like your mind is swimming in a labyrinth cave on the bottom of the ocean.....it's cold claustrophobic, confusing...it feels like you your slowly running out of oxygen.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
What is it like to want to die?
[inspired by Edgar miller's ["Turning River Street into a River"] Worse than falling down it's like falling in love where even misconceptions are illusion where falling through the hole painted on the ceiling is easier than you'd think Falling flat through life with no intentions or regrets poisoned  my soul with harsh belief that existence could be so narrow, dark, and descending Worse than falling up  is falling flat. So when you step off the last dead end of the world  will you fall up, into the light, or down into the dark? For in reality, there is no such thing as falling flat
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Falling Flat
I don't trust anyone because everyone looks like a ghost These are not people that I see with my eyes. Their interactions are surreal. transparent phantom creatures floating by me, doing things I don't understand and strangely being so busy about I don't see the purpose of any of it. I feel disgusted and confused, watching it all from miles away. I'm no longer in the sea with all the other fishes. I swam to the shore and now I'm on my own island.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
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Immersed in a pool of pain Head underwater one forgets what oxygen is Its a morbid kind of funny you know—— how long someone can drown for that after a while one forgets that one is drowning
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
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I look in the mirror and I see a ghost "Who am I?" i Ask the ghost The ghost shrugs and turns away
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
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I’m afraid of the silence because the silence is not silent there are screams that don’t need to produce sound to be heard. they howl in my brain emotion trying to rocket through like steam from a hot tea kettle. The pressure builds up inside of me, but the release, the relief, is nowhere in sight.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
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