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 Dec 2015 Secret Poet
aviisevil
I don't know, if I still care
But that doesn't even matter cause you're not here to hear what I have to say
And since you've gone away
I've been living in my yesterday
Forsaking my today
night and day
I've been searching for the answers at the bottom of every bottle
Trying to fit in the thoughts that don't even really matter
Sometimes I just sit back and push the throttle
And see where I lead myself
I don't believe myself
And I don't even really know where I see myself
With you, without ourselves
Is what they say is true ?
That we can't ever escape from ourselves
Well *******, **** everyone that has a need to tell
That there is heaven and hell
Good and bad
Maybe I should just **** myself
Maybe I would, but I guess
I don't really even care anymore
****.. I'm getting sentimental again
I am getting mental again
Maybe it's all just a game
Of names and lies
What do you do when you see someone else in those eyes
Before you can speak
The moment dies
You think you can finally sleep
But it eats you inside
Besides, you can't really tell if it's just a spell or you're losing your mind
Maybe you need help
But no pill is kind
My will is fine
My heart's still mine
Been around the world
I should have paid heed to the signs
Now there's something that feels empty inside
I've been looking but I just cannot find it
So **** it
I'm gonna take the bottle and hit the throttle
Get away from these voices that keep on getting louder
Maybe love is just not a word and tears not just water
****
I'm a thousand miles down and I've still got her
There's something about it, something about her
That drives me crazy.
I can no longer find my voice in bullets and pill bottles. So I found it among the blood and *****. Ain't it funny how the things that are bad for our health are good for our minds?
 Dec 2015 Secret Poet
Claire
you get so used to something;
to someone;
never expect them to abandon you
though you condoned their departure

you saw it coming

it was all experienced yesterday
except, then
it was only a distant speck
you brushed away the dust you kicked up and
ignored the arguments that weighed on your conscience

you saw it coming

yet it still hits you like a freight train
with your back to it;
your earphones in
because you were trying to enjoy a walk
on such dangerous tracks;
such thin ice

you saw it coming

so what choice do you now have
but to finally collapse;
to let it run you over
and let your
omniscient bones
break?

you saw it coming,
but you let it hit you anyway.


please, get out of the way next time.
september thoughts, november reality
Seeds for birds, and seeds for me. 
Seeds that grow for me a tree.
Nature grows, and flows, is free;
As the way I share my seeds.
More from my poetic banterings
Foot is asleep
Sometimes i think
my brain is too.
I want to show you
That I care,
Though I am here
And you are there.

We've made a mess
Of what we've been
Yet we both know
We cannot win.
Tears are worthless
What will they get me?
I'll still feel the pain
I'll still remain empty.
I'll still wake up in this place
I'll still have these memories
So just tell me please,
Where will crying get me?

I'll still be the same person
That you always have seen
It will have no life changing effect
On the person that I will be.
The process of crying
Won't make me happy
And the sorrow will return
It always does eventually.

So it seems as though
Your release is a useless hobby
That isn't very helpful
In maintaining reality.
So if you know the answer
Then you can resolve my questioning
Tears are worthless
What will crying gain me?
Written: 09/21/2009
Music has started
To physically move me
In ways
I never knew
Could be.
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