todd-macrae - Hello Poetry

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May 16, 2014

May 16, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC

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Apr 29, 2014

Apr 29, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC

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Our Webs August 1, 2011 at 1:02pm Our webs we spin. We tell our lies. No one lives life without disguise. The lives we lead are our mistake. The way we feel and love and hate. Amongst the dead along with you. Beside the rest in time and tune. Our fate belies our bitter screams. Escapes our minds. It plagues our dreams. Aside the ruinious timeless days. Inspired by doom. Required as pay. A future to construct, retune. And shadows hidden deep in you. Our time does fade. It's ticking croon destroys your mind . Romances you. Our blackest night. Our thoughtless days. Don't leave your life with those mistakes. The life in you. The fire you feel. Re-stoke that flame or lie there still.

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC

Our Webs

Our Webs August 1, 2011 at 1:02pm Our webs we spin. We tell our lies. No one lives life without disguise. The lives we lead are our mistake. The way we feel and love and hate. Amongst the dead along with you. Beside the rest in time and tune. Our fate belies our bitter screams. Escapes our minds. It plagues our dreams. Aside the ruinious timeless days. Inspired by doom. Required as pay. A future to construct, retune. And shadows hidden deep in you. Our time does fade. It's ticking croon destroys your mind . Romances you. Our blackest night. Our thoughtless days. Don't leave your life with those mistakes. The life in you. The fire you feel. Re-stoke that flame or lie there still.

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Stained January 11, 2012 at 2:17am You're up at six to greet your day. You grab a cup. You're on your way into the world to make your mark ,to make your pay, to play your part. The role you know so very well. You've played before and gave it Hell. But still you feel it isn't you. It never fit. You're forced into a life that's wrought with many fears, and so much pain, and drowing tears. To toil and slave. To make a buck and silently not give a **** about your house, about your friends, about your life's long, bitter end, about your job, about your boss, about a lot of **** you've lost, about what's owed or what's been paid, about yourself, or being saved. They're all the same just one long day that never seems to fall away, and passing time it threatens to go passing by forgetting you. Erasing all you ever did. Remaing locked and playing dead and when awakened from a sleep that's tortured you and held you deep beneath the waves, among the lost, beside the dead at such a cost into your new awakening where you are God, and you are king. Beyond the empty life you claimed to wash you clean. No longer stained.

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC

Stained

Stained January 11, 2012 at 2:17am You're up at six to greet your day. You grab a cup. You're on your way into the world to make your mark ,to make your pay, to play your part. The role you know so very well. You've played before and gave it Hell. But still you feel it isn't you. It never fit. You're forced into a life that's wrought with many fears, and so much pain, and drowing tears. To toil and slave. To make a buck and silently not give a **** about your house, about your friends, about your life's long, bitter end, about your job, about your boss, about a lot of **** you've lost, about what's owed or what's been paid, about yourself, or being saved. They're all the same just one long day that never seems to fall away, and passing time it threatens to go passing by forgetting you. Erasing all you ever did. Remaing locked and playing dead and when awakened from a sleep that's tortured you and held you deep beneath the waves, among the lost, beside the dead at such a cost into your new awakening where you are God, and you are king. Beyond the empty life you claimed to wash you clean. No longer stained.

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