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We met on the same road at odd strides Drums of memories at our backs Swaying and swishing us side to side Spilling and splashing on our tracks Your burden lightened as I smiled The pain in your eyes softened Shall we go into the wild? I reached your hand, my grasp strengthened Please. Let’s go… this is it Don’t let thoughts hold you back I’m with you I’m by your side Such strong legs, how are you still here? Offload these memories, there lies better ahead I’ll lag a moment, don’t you fear And poke a hole in this drum so fed It is night now, the sun has set Tomorrow you’ll see, your drum will be shed The sun rises, my eyes pry open Your wings hid as a drum, now ready to fly Unburdened, confident, they strengthen Hunting the horizon, you aim with your eye I stare with shock, I stare with awe You turn at me with a faltering smile Nature exposes our only flaw There is no longer a shade of denial Please go… it’s gonna be gone soon I’d hold you back Can’t follow you Can’t be by your side You won’t have to be scared Face that horizon with brave Make your wings spread Follow and feast what you crave I have got a drum to offload I will follow your trail Turn now, switch to flight mode Lead the way, I will soon set sail With a gentle swing of your bold wings You shook this earth off A wet earth upon which my foot now stings I now stand in a memory trough You hover and look back One last look at my smile As your tears try to stack Instead they drop a mile You swing your wings without fear I will hold onto your burdens now I feel the memories creep up my rear I’m stuck now, I don’t know how My chin sinks into the cold You shrink into the distant glow Roaring in the sky so bold As I gargle under the flow Please don’t go… what do we do? I want you back Just want to be with you. Nobody is by my side You can’t hear me from here Please don’t turn back I am surrounded by fear It is so cold and black I’ll come… enjoy it. Chasing your back. You will be with me We’ll rule side by side
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
Joels Dillema
We met on the same road at odd strides Drums of memories at our backs Swaying and swishing us side to side Spilling and splashing on our tracks Your burden lightened as I smiled The pain in your eyes softened Shall we go into the wild? I reached your hand, my grasp strengthened Please. Let’s go… this is it Don’t let thoughts hold you back I’m with you I’m by your side Such strong legs, how are you still here? Offload these memories, there lies better ahead I’ll lag a moment, don’t you fear And poke a hole in this drum so fed It is night now, the sun has set Tomorrow you’ll see, your drum will be shed The sun rises, my eyes pry open Your wings hid as a drum, now ready to fly Unburdened, confident, they strengthen Hunting the horizon, you aim with your eye I stare with shock, I stare with awe You turn at me with a faltering smile Nature exposes our only flaw There is no longer a shade of denial Please go… it’s gonna be gone soon I’d hold you back Can’t follow you Can’t be by your side You won’t have to be scared Face that horizon with brave Make your wings spread Follow and feast what you crave I have got a drum to offload I will follow your trail Turn now, switch to flight mode Lead the way, I will soon set sail With a gentle swing of your bold wings You shook this earth off A wet earth upon which my foot now stings I now stand in a memory trough You hover and look back One last look at my smile As your tears try to stack Instead they drop a mile You swing your wings without fear I will hold onto your burdens now I feel the memories creep up my rear I’m stuck now, I don’t know how My chin sinks into the cold You shrink into the distant glow Roaring in the sky so bold As I gargle under the flow Please don’t go… what do we do? I want you back Just want to be with you. Nobody is by my side You can’t hear me from here Please don’t turn back I am surrounded by fear It is so cold and black I’ll come… enjoy it. Chasing your back. You will be with me We’ll rule side by side
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I drew a sketch of you amateur, but still of you had for you a hidden note before I knew lust its probably somewhere hidden in dust friends laughed and tried I blushed, they sighed couldnt get me through that wall of fear and I hugged it like it was you my dear scores of years passed eyes aged and glassed the pain never left my heart stuck in there like a fine dart I grew wild maniacally you found true love eventually I stopped when seeing your face a smile that holds much grace while I sit here decaying in rust I sit growing old, living the past
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
A crushing child
planted a shovel on the ground a scoop at a time, I like that sound dug my own grave living a life so safe searching for an empty space with tears streaming down my face a place I can rest my wavering soul this world is too cold need people that don't need me keep thinking "where is she?" I can't convince myself to settle and I keep dropping petals they appear and say hello they are truly mellow I convince them I'm ok too easily I smile like this too freely this song is on repeat my heart syncs this beat to dance and weep is difficult I won't stop though, it would insult head butting makes it light I'll do this all night but dancing alone is rough but I can smile tough besides my hands are well held two pockets below my belt I'd pin you to a wall my kiss would make time stall your eyes would moan with every kiss your smile could bring me such peace your belly would never rest your butterflies would be a fest the nights would be romantic naughty and so dramatic the mornings would be the best no sleep yet so much rest eating food would be an adventure could end in a hazard lecture friend would turn to enemy then friend to our family all in good time exciting like a crime yet I can't seem to get past hello my daydreams remain hollow loosing grip on reality I can't seem to get clarity want to stay dreaming where my life is teeming lucidity has gotten difficult I can't seem to adult I still have faith while in the morning I bathe the day will pass by I am a busy guy lots of distractions from you no time to stay blue but your face was burned there even when I don't stare everywhere I look until I retire to my nook then things get really bad I laugh, it's way too sad my pillow shrinks at every hug my grasp might be too snug my chest hollows when you are missing the pain feels like its hissing a shot to my head when you don't reply every sound distracts my eye I lied about having faith I remember it when I bathe but I am trying while I'm crying can't promise I will succeed I continue to plead with a convincing smile I look at you but you have no clue some of me will die soon in me will be a large dune if not all I will fall it seems I've dug my own grave living a life so safe
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
the thoughts between 4 walls
planted a shovel on the ground a scoop at a time, I like that sound dug my own grave living a life so safe searching for an empty space with tears streaming down my face a place I can rest my wavering soul this world is too cold need people that don't need me keep thinking "where is she?" I can't convince myself to settle and I keep dropping petals they appear and say hello they are truly mellow I convince them I'm ok too easily I smile like this too freely this song is on repeat my heart syncs this beat to dance and weep is difficult I won't stop though, it would insult head butting makes it light I'll do this all night but dancing alone is rough but I can smile tough besides my hands are well held two pockets below my belt I'd pin you to a wall my kiss would make time stall your eyes would moan with every kiss your smile could bring me such peace your belly would never rest your butterflies would be a fest the nights would be romantic naughty and so dramatic the mornings would be the best no sleep yet so much rest eating food would be an adventure could end in a hazard lecture friend would turn to enemy then friend to our family all in good time exciting like a crime yet I can't seem to get past hello my daydreams remain hollow loosing grip on reality I can't seem to get clarity want to stay dreaming where my life is teeming lucidity has gotten difficult I can't seem to adult I still have faith while in the morning I bathe the day will pass by I am a busy guy lots of distractions from you no time to stay blue but your face was burned there even when I don't stare everywhere I look until I retire to my nook then things get really bad I laugh, it's way too sad my pillow shrinks at every hug my grasp might be too snug my chest hollows when you are missing the pain feels like its hissing a shot to my head when you don't reply every sound distracts my eye I lied about having faith I remember it when I bathe but I am trying while I'm crying can't promise I will succeed I continue to plead with a convincing smile I look at you but you have no clue some of me will die soon in me will be a large dune if not all I will fall it seems I've dug my own grave living a life so safe
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that pretty face i try to ignore but its on my face whenever I see those curly strands bruise my eyes sore why would you not just let me be I cant stand not being seen by you some curtains stand between you and I a horde of girls that I must peer through while I sit sighing and quietly spy Id come out this room just to smile at you but thats pretty creepy but its what I would do cant come out this room you dont seem inviting must wait for the time when at me, you're smiling see, its difficult to show the real me since at first glance, I can be peculiar but spend and hour, maybe two and you will notice soon, I am familiar dont think you want a diamond nor flashy cars with auto-pilot I hope you arent that kind of girl you seem like some kind of riot I picture you with burning flags face paint with a jokers grin crazy eyes of a pyromaniac but just for the fun of whim as you can see, i know nothing of you I sit in my room and spy what you show you live your life while I live mine wish our lives were tied with a bow
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
pretty scrolls