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I know not what it is of which you speak
When you do speak of the impossible,
For with every passing day I seek
To push myself whenever possible.
Things I thought were impossible before
I subsequently went on to achieve,
And know I am capable of much more
If only in myself I can believe.
How can anybody possibly know
What in the future might be possible?
For with each day we develop and grow
Do we not redefine our potential?
Each new day brings new opportunities,
Offering endless possibilities.
 Jul 2016 A Alexander
Alias
Untitled
 Jul 2016 A Alexander
Alias
It aches,
It hurts,
And it breaks my heart and soul,
To see your face,
hear your voice,
Turn around and realise to my despair,
That you arent there,
Not anymore.

The waves of guilt and pain,
That comes washing in,
Sometimes makes me numb,
Sometimes almost, dare I say,
Finishes me off.

When I think of you,
Your being,
Your smile,
I feel lost,
I feel regret,
I feel sorrow.
And may I say, even though it’s too late
I’m sorry
my mother killed herself 6 months ago, and I still see her face and hear her voice sometimes...
 Jul 2016 A Alexander
Xyns
opium
 Jul 2016 A Alexander
Xyns
She'd walk but
She stumbles

She'd sing but
She mumbles

Her whole life
Just crumbles
*And she lets it die
Yesterday
I saw you
everywhere
all the time
and I wasn't even looking for you.
It was a good day.

Today
I was looking for you
all the time
everywhere
but I didn't see you,
not even once.
Life can be so cruel.

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Hier
je te voyais
partout
tout le temps
sans même t'avoir cherchée.
C'était un beau jour.

Aujourd'hui
je t'ai cherchée
tout le temps
partout
mais je ne t'ai pas vue
une seule fois.
La vie peut être si cruelle.
 Jul 2016 A Alexander
Collins
Jazz
 Jul 2016 A Alexander
Collins
You remind me of Jazz.

The way you sway in and out of my mind.
So gently.
So boldly.
The way you pull me along with the pining in your voice.
Lulling me in to memories of our false Joy.
 Jul 2016 A Alexander
autumn
Talking about things
Makes them real
And that's why
I just don't.

Speaking of my inner horrors
Brings them to life
With gnashing claws
And rotted teeth.

Pushing them back
Bottling it all up.

No one else deserves my suffering.
Call me confused
I  lost all control.
Depth in my existence
Comes up short,  we all know.

Believed and befriended
The hearts without homes
Now look where I ended
Up a long way from home.

Im all on my own.

Remember me
The way I was supposed to be.

I had heart
Went through hell
Even tried to Killed myself
Just to prove I don't know...
Where to go.
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