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I used to prey
All day
Waiting for that moment
That my world would turn
But until now
It didn’t come.

I can’t rest,
I can’t stay alive,
I’m lonely on my nest,
I’m locked in a chest,
I left all my friends aside.

They used to talk
About the beautiful ride of life,
They said that there were ups and downs,
So you are saying my life didn’t leave the ground.

I was really young,
I couldn’t understand why
Life is easy for you and hard for me.

I couldn’t leave
I was stuck inside of my own cell,
I was alone on my own shell,
I don’t own my own life,
The only that is left is what you see outside.

I am alone,
Just Me, Myself and I.
mixed signals and unclear intentions
no idea what either of us want
surreal nights you aren't sure are real
secrets you swear you've never told
intensely casual conversations
treatises on dying young and alone
you're somewhere out there away from me
and neither of us can go home
Behind your mask
Was a malicious grin
A two person battle
You always seemed to win

Time has passed
And I'm over you
Had to take back
Our love that was overdue

Pleading my forgiveness
I looked once more at you
Only to realize that
You were glass; seemingly see through

Every lie you've ever spoke
Was during time spent with me
Had my highs and my lows
Never free; I was you're joke

Shouting out "love me"
When the break first happened
Noting to myself
That my feelings were kidnapped and...

I super glued the pieces
Tried to mend them forever
Again I realized you were
The tornado to my shelter

So now here I stand
Scared to open up
I'll never feel again
Why is this so tough?

Why do I say sorry,
When you just tear me down?
Always just a smile but
Deep down hides a frown

Situation could have been...
Should have been...
Overthinking
Over and over again

Replaying in my head
Like a #1 pop song
Saying what I did instead
Of saying what you did wrong

Why do they always leave?
Why do I care too much?
I shouldn't care anymore
I shouldn't give a ****

I've lost you
 Apr 2017 Dana Colgan
Colm
Vitality
 Apr 2017 Dana Colgan
Colm
TRY ME
Like swimming in the sea
I am a wave crashing over you
With a current too strong
And too deep

TRY ME
On the side of a cliff
With arms outstretched and fingers clenched
Reaching for everything
Be it far short of eternity

TRY ME
When I’m standing tall
Like a pendulum
Rocking in the springtime of youth
Until my stride becomes a bitter fall

TRY ME
As the wicked winds are howling
Having carved their way inland
Ever trying to push me off the edge
Midway through my own decent

TRY ME
If you dare

TRY ME
If you will

AND TRY ME
If you'd like to see

All of the *TRY
that is left in *ME
https://soundcloud.com/user-433755196/vitality

"You're not going to be happy unless you're going Mach-2 with your hair on fire and you know it."
listen!

modern art is ****?
                                                           ­                  really?!
   how about http://tinyurl.com/m6yr3tn
and the squire squares
      running around going:
this is paedo! this is paedo!
             ******* can't handle
           art-house.
              but sure as **** they
can digest i.s.i.s. fighters decapitating people...
   oh ****... sign me up!
               i was just thinking about
eating out a celtic **** doing the
fiddly fiddly with a violin...
                    going mc!
       oi! mac!
                 where's the guinness!
       uhm... dunno... where's your *******
sister?
         where's she's supposed to be.
******* shamrock jerky... where's your
violin you ******* leprechaun....
is that like a inter-breeding version
of a ***** and faun? so you breed the two
and oops! pops out a bonsai?!
      oh man, i'm tired,
   it's like i'm in an automaton format
typing because i need to type it...
       but it just bothers me...
   they cite this art-house spectacle...
and then use it on *info wars
to suggest:
REAL NEWS!
                  huh?
       you listen to it fully?
                             is it really about paedohpiles
or pederasts?
                           i really could fall asleep listening
to this art...
           it's like underground stand-up comedy...
   it could very well be
               a revision of cabaret voltaire
   with tristan tzara...
                          oh wait... so says the "real" news...
i just want to **** the **** out of
   the corrs drummer girl...
                        you listen on this ****?
you "think" they get their "real" news from
such edited sources?
   they're employing the same tactics as
mainstream outlets...
                    what i linked is: art-house...
     you really have to be ******* to collectivise
current news around watergate cliches...
gamergate... pizzagate...
                yep... and the black gate of mordor...
all it is, is a really shady, but nonetheless
permitted sketch-show, of people appreciating
a kind of humour that's:
       a. hard to appreciate (the audience)
                and b. even harder to utter (the speaker).
the point is about alternative media though...
    they take a clip from a video and state:
paedo!
                 paedo!                    cannibal paedo!
                     you listen to the rest of the video?
they're as mainstream as their critique of
mainstream media allows them to be "indie".
              i love the fact that the 20th century
of squares is that: in the 21st century:
           squares are afraid of artists...
                              ave adolph...
                                          at least we can
                 feed journalistic outlets because of you;
eh? true? or untrue?
             why should than even ******* matter?
Fifty Shades of Cruise Missiles:
The Night of 6 April 2017

The news appears on the glowing telescreen:
“50+ Missiles Aimed at Syria”
The typeface set in a lurid shade of red
With a flashing cartoon police-car light

And because I was walking in the fields at dusk
I am still armed for a war against age
With a walking stick propped inside the door
Proof against nothing but instability

Useless against missiles or poison gas
I had better go to bed with a good book
*******
For giving me false hope
Making me believe the lies that came from your mouth
*******
For letting me look foolish
Making me believe that you actually cared for me
*******
For deceiving me
Making me believe that you were faithful to me
*******
For wasting my time
Making me believe that it was going to be worth it

*******
to my ex
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