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 Apr 2015 Joseph Yzrael
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Remembrances of you remain
In the farthest reaches of my mind.
But I do not know why I cannot refrain,
The reason that you stay on my mind, I cannot find.

You're even in my subconscious...
At night, you cloud all of my dreams.
And I still find myself singing your songs while I'm conscious,
I am still not over you, it seems.

Somehow all I can hear is your voice,
When I hear a song you like on the radio.
You've taken up a greater part of my life than anyone has, without a choice,
An unbalanced ratio.

I will always love you,
Infinitely until I find one that can replace...
But you are you, and it still stands true,
That in a crowded room, I see no other face.

I hope you, without condition, love me,
As I have hurt you as well.
I hate to see you hurt, especially by the cause of me...
As I have always wished you well.
 Apr 2015 Joseph Yzrael
April
she can't hear a sound
forest green
creatures all around
some run, some climb, some sleep
they come and they go

she huddles against a cave
darkness closing in
she remembers what it used to be

camp forest fire
roasting marshmallows
circle of friends,lovers

they left her- stranded
she was too nice
they were able to walk on top of her
she was too indecisive
they asked for her money and they ran
she was too kind
they took her advice and they made it back

now she sits
all alone
night seeps in
she knows she doesn't have too long
*till she's all gone
some people are way too kind and nice and people just take advantage of them.. and they give so much, and they never get anything back. Eventually they realize this and they seek to change.
Perhaps I've always been too quiet.
Perhaps I've always been too shy.
Perhaps I've always been afraid to look you in the eye.
Perhaps I get jealous too easily.
Perhaps I complain too much
and suffer from anxiety.
But perhaps this is who I am.
Or perhaps this isn't who I want to be.

If you haven't noticed I overthink...everything!
Even my own existence.
I think I'm having an existential crisis. But that's ok, I feel better after writing this.
is it mind over matter, or mind IS matter
is our "self" something completely separate from our body
do we have a soul, a spirit inside of us
or are we who we are because of neurotic messages and chemical combinations

or are we neither,
is our blood composed of stardust
do we hold the traits that our stars hold
or, once held
are we truly connected to each other by the moons and galaxies
and is there someone out there
with the same stardust as our own running through their veins
waiting for us as we wait for them?

are we chemicals, souls, or stars
A beautiful cover of silk and sky
I could almost die
It reminds me of the sea
And a tiny flea
It reminds me of a bee
Which fills me with glee
It reminds me of the blue bonnet
Just like the glue gonnet
I think of a blue smurf
Which likes to surf
I know a blue emoji
Just like a goji
The color of magic
Which is created by hagic
It is the color of a kitty's eye
And a fly
It is the color of the cowboys sign
But not the color line
I like blue
 Apr 2015 Joseph Yzrael
authentic
There is nothing poetic about the way I am hopelessly in love with you
It may sound beautiful to be so infatuated with someone
That you can't sleep, and all you can think about is them
It may sound pretty to see them with no flaws at all
It may look like something that you want
To have someone stimulate your well being
To love someone so much that you feel as if
You cannot live without them
But it is not beautiful
Especially when you do have to live without them
Especially when you have to watch them feel this way
About someone else
I am void.

Invisible and not important,
To anyone including myself.

I am ugly.

This beautiful face betrays me,
I must have a wicked soul.

I am empty.

Giving so much of myself to others,
Yet I get nothing I need in return.

I am vacant.

You see it in my eyes,
Light dimming with each breath.

I am bare.

Stripped of all comfort and security,
Naked before you I feel ashamed.

I am worthless.

An item traded for lesser value,
Something you couldn't wait to donate.

I am nothing.

A shadow on the wall,
A small thought that rarely wonders to the surface.

I am so very lonely.
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