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Rockie May 2015
I often wonder what it's like,
To have a led a very different life,
Where camera flashes
And fans gate crashing concerts
Are really rather normal;
A life where sword throwing
And fire eating
Is how you earn your livings;
A journey where you are enrolled in other lives
And act a million more;
A destination, a goal, a life,
Where it isn't just plain old *me.
Rockie May 2015
Expression guarded
Hate hidden

Hands ******
Nails digging in

Heart made of stone
Breaking in two

Insides churning
Head hurting

Emotions wild
I'm an angered child

Tension crackles
Full on tackle

Curled in a ball
Why can't I stand tall?

It's stupid
I'm weak

Truth is a disgusting alibi
*Expression guarded.
Hate hidden.
Rockie May 2015
She's given up.
She can't take it.
She lies through the skin of her teeth.
She hides it well.
She'll explode some day.
She won't be able to control it.
She's sorry.

He's moved on.
He's forgotten it already.
He has no reason not to tell the truth.
He shows it well.
He's already mended.
He has it all sorted out.
He's glad.
Rockie May 2015
Ego
What does my ego say when it feels like I betrayed it?
*My apologies.
Rockie May 2015
I've tasted life
I've tasted death
I've tasted hate beyond all control
I've tasted greatness
I've tasted love from friends
I've tasted honey beyond earthly sweetness
I've tasted pain
I've tasted ungodly jealousy
*I've tasted.
Rockie May 2015
Fingertips rest against the cool ebony
Seeking keys but playing no sound
Listening over and over again
To the hidden meanings
Of the chosen tune
Words flow out
Of her red lips
Performing
Singing
Dying
*Dead.
Rockie May 2015
My mind suddenly breaks the fourth wall,
Unaware there's an audience,
More understanding of what I did than why,
I wasn't told of spectators upon my life,
Expressed not in the words of many townspeople
Who mill in the streets of my world
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