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 Jan 2015 MysteryBear
Pax
passerby
 Jan 2015 MysteryBear
Pax

In the real world
     I am merely a passerby.
Finding no home to call my own.

I walk the dusty ***** streets
                  So lost and all alone.
Why then should it be this way?
Is this the modern way of life?
   Am I to always suffer loneliness
        A life beset by doubt.

a unfinished piece that I can never finish. I guess that's just it!

updated, a huge thank you to sir Joe Cole.
 Jan 2015 MysteryBear
ryn
"You love them
With all your heart and soul
Yet, you can't be with them
But you'll never let them go...
And it hurts..."*
- The Girl Who Loved You


Submerged and gasping
Swept away by the immense wave
Thoughts of you I'm painfully drinking
To my heart I'm but a slave

Caught in the undertow
Find myself submitting carelessly
Brushed aside all that I used to know
Drowning in emotional debris

There's strength in me yet
I need not be killed today
I could break free, I could forget
But fight I do not, instead still I lay

Because you see... You are the ocean
And I am but an invisible speck
I, too, want a place in heaven
Not wallow an inconsolable wreck

I'd get washed over but I'd swim deeper
So we could exist only in memory
My heart betrays but never will I sever
Even if you're the love that was never meant to be
Line taken off TGWLY's "To All The People Who Can't Have The One They Love:", for Frank Ruland's "Let's Do A Line!" challenge.

TGWLY is one of the first friends I made here and she's such an incredible writer!

This line of hers bears so much that I'd shed a tear everytime I read it. It rings so true for most of us. It made me relate...it made me feel human.

Thank you TGWLY for the inspiration and Frank for setting up the opportunity for me/us to acknowledge and give credit to those who've penned down solid lines embedded within amazing writes.
I've grown a little tired from all this making you sick
so how about you call it freedom and I'll call it quits
Do you think Van Gogh lost his ear because he couldn't stand criticism
do you believe Beethoven became deaf cause he couldn't handle cynicism
do you truly believe art is unable to transcend our silly likes and follows      then bury your head once more poor soul and in ignorant misery wallow
Then why dont I support lovecraft? plot twist
Work rider wait the storm
comfort finder play the norm
break labor earn your pay
take pressure stagnant stay
dig in worker riches find
deep lurker work the mine
for others reap a sweet reward
vaults that keep and treasures hoard
It's true liberal antics tend to make me sick
although I tire of conservatives just as quick
if a person's truly honest I do believe they'll find
an individual belief system is not so easy to define
thoughts tend to waver and wander through the head
and are not easily painted in deep blue or fiery red
so hold the flag your father raised in the throes of youth
but grow to be a wiser man, look beyond them both
to know the truth
 Jan 2015 MysteryBear
Rose Grant
Who am I?
I don't know
There is just a voice inside of me that says "Let Go"
Accept the past
Move on
Don't relive it and let the darkness gain
I know it's hard
  But just be strong and take over the pain ..
This is for all of them who cannot seem to move on from the past. It is very hard trust me i know. If you need someone to tell then i am all ears. All i have to say is that trust yourself and hold on. Everything will be fine. :)
Somedays I wish





you and I




would get caught alone

in a life and death situation where nothing matters anymore and any responsibilities or complications that used to exist have faded because we are going to die anyway so I could find out what is really on your mind, so I could tell you everything, because why not at that point? So I could tell you everything I've done, how I really feel and why I did so many things, everything that has happened to me, and hope that maybe, in our last moments of life, you would understand.
Because in a situation where there is nothing left but emotions and loose threads and rough edges and unhappy endings, the truth just might come out.
 Jan 2015 MysteryBear
AllAtOnce
I have a theory that the fairy tales are twisted
And that love is the curse, not the solution
Bringing nothing but endless sleeps
And overbearing emotional pollution
When you love someone a little piece of yourself becomes like them
And when you come to a standstill and the story is over
You close the book with a sigh
And that part of them is all you have left
When you love enough you forget yourself
That's what the books don't tell you
You're too busy becoming someone else
To realize that you're losing yourself
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