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oliver-onley
oliver-onley
I try
My mind hurts a lot Simplicity looks to be my salvation The world is so difficult So cold hearted At odds with itself I think so much What was What is What shall be The future What shall be The light it dims each day The toil The loss The few insignificant pleasures The gamble that payed off At the discontentment of others The hatred boils The society Torn by tragedy Stricken with grief Forgotten We’ve moved on.
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
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The day I die I've extensively thought I feel pensive and nervous In worrisome thought I find myself thinking Bound to no lies Or for whatever reason Bound to know lies I've told to myself Creating my disguise Where will I be In the future I'll know one day I suppose But still I will ponder My future Again And again And again I'll still wonder Until the day that I die I guess I'll know then.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
The day I die
Or I wreck hell My gorgeous girl Don't ever leave me I miss you when you're not around I count the atoms between us when you can't be found Through call nor text So come back to me Don't ever leave me I want to share all My moments With you Only you Or I wreck hell
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
Or I wreck hell
The day I waited I woke from a terrifying dream I lye there awake Waiting For the alarm to ring I wait to leave I've got nothing to do I wait for a train For a bus I wait for the people They never show up I wait again and again No one comes Then I wait again For a train It's cancelled The next one too I wait for a cab I nervously await showing him The shortcuts Cut short is our conversation By each intervention My directions They stir up a deeply anxious feeling I wait for the washing I wait for the line I wait for the dishes All slowly drying I wait for the bus I wait at the bar I await a time to talk They are scarce Too few To far between My mind freezes I'm too scared I can't intervene
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
Waiting day
She tore my heart out One night Wrapped it up Returned as a gift I received it Full of love
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
One night
Sorry Don't go Take a pew I'll sit with you For an hour or two What's you're name Are you ok? I saw that you had buried your head in your hands What's troubling you Is it money or love It's no use hiding your feelings When you're face is painted with signs of remorse A death in the family or your circle of friends Could it be Or are you just sick and tired Ready to give yourself to death willingly You don't look so old But yet there are wrinkles Signs of a happy time in your life What's this A tear I'm sorry I didn't mean to touch a nerve I mean not to worry you I want to show you I care By taking an interest I guess I went about it wrong I'll listen more I promise
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
I'll not worry you my dear with my troublesome thoughts
Falling out Falling from Returning space Tense response Allow me time I'll not promise I'll compromise Denote my language Gather your thoughts Gather your feelings I'll have mine ready We'll talk about it
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
Quarrel
I'm still mortal I ***** I **** I eat I stink I try I fear And I burst out in tears I fail I succeed I yearn to be freed What is life What is love How deep can I be My soul is on fire with thoughts of desire I long to be near you Yet feel I'm beneath you I'm still mortal I **** I drink I do Before I think I **** At best But that's all in jest I'm good I'm bad I'm terribly sad I'm tired and weary I don't see things so clearly Forgive me my sins I've done terrible things But this life takes its toll And we all make mistakes I'm still mortal.
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
I'm still mortal
In my dreams I'm scared of things Scared of death and all it brings Scared that you might read these things Scared of the future, Scared of human beings The man in the shop, The person in power The child that sings a new song every hour Beckoning me back to a time of few worries None of bills, None of health, None of politics and prowess None of *** None of being scared to talk or talking too pc None of babies nor showers Or when's the next happy hour I jot this all down in the hope I'll remember The feeling I felt when I woke up this morning Dawn was arriving but not here quite yet I woke to a craving of diluted squash Mercan Dede still playing quietly, gently and soft I thought of enlightenment And how it could be Worryless, Fearless, Content with all But not for real The fear keeps you alive And the worries keep you sane But it's nice to wonder and ponder now and again Of how free you felt whilst cooped up inside It's nice to think it was better back then but where did I really go when I was just 10
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
In my dreams