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lostworld
The rolling stone gathers no moss you are one but in the human context it simply means you learn nothing you gain nothing you build nothing that lasts all is fleeting momentary and superficial within you nothing stays long enough to nurture and flourish whatever does stay with you, is crushed to a poor existence as you move relentlessly ahead beyond this you've never known , appreciated, recognised or desired you never will all you do is leave a path of destruction
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Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 3:44 AM UTC
Rolling stone
I know you don't exist you feigned your presence every which way a make believe that blew me away Who do you think i am though? I do exist and i do not feign no mystery in the rawness of my emotions there's no make believe only the human limitations So it matters that i hurt It matters that i need and want it matters that it showed whatever you may say I existed, i declared, i loved, i cherished, I cared and i suffered That matters more else than all you've ever said.
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Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 3:30 AM UTC
What matters
Long after your gone the tears wont dry Long after the silence the tears will flow So dont welcome me with open arms Once again they bind me like cold chains And with a heart on a sleeve And hope stretched raw Taut are emotions hanging by a thread You close the door when you wish You turn away when you wish You stop listening when you wish and I a mere shadow in your wake Welcome the silence once again Over the edge i fall again crumble again like brittle glass and in my head.....again and again and again..
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Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 8:37 PM UTC
Fragile
the minutes fly by as we talk we laugh share tears and joy an idle thought or moments of silence the minutes turn to hours days, weeks, months but time an again it'll be someone else time and again I'll shed endless tears the tormented wonderings why her and why not me am I never good enough? It is a fools game that i am partaking and for the life of me I cannot escape once again, again and again I am where I am a window pane shut close upon the past anguish only at times they peer through a glass window There are no blinds for past hurts and they sharpen when you ask after a long hour of lighthearted chatter do we have an understanding? you are wary of my stubborn heart and i think once again why am i not good enough? why must i stand only your ally? forgiving, accepting, ever present, by your side but only just beyond that line that i must never overstep and once again i ascertain it must be that i am never good enough
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Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 2:39 AM UTC
Good enough
Tears like autumn leaves fall leaving behind a cold and bare
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Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 10:47 PM UTC
Random
On the boughs the green remain Lush, staunch and lasting to crown the blossoms that happily nod in the gentle breeze The fickle though to lighter shades, to amber and earthen turn fall to dust and out of sight soon to be but nothing
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Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 7:46 AM UTC
Chameleon
Did you ever know As you strolled with ease Down your rosy path I walked by your side gingerly My path strewn with thorns My soles raw from keeping up tears ever inward Yet I smiled to the world alien and friendless alone in my secret agony a madness you see no one would begin to comprehend Did you ever know As you strode ahead I could walk no more You never looked back Not a single glance To where I stood Helpless Now I must find my way back To where I once belonged All the way once again This time alone…
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Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 7:45 AM UTC
The walk
With each breath, each turn, each moment that you are not there your absence is like a gaping hole in my mind and every fibre of me. It interrupts the flow of everything that i do So then i can do nothing. Without you there is no life, now liveliness, no energy to thrive, to strive, to be alive. My loneliness is dogged with weariness, and sorrow. They spin eternally through time returning to me like old unforgotten wounds. I grasp at memories and hold them near for warmth that deceives reality. And deeper and deeper i fall.
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Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 7:25 AM UTC
Confession