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Topher O'Neal May 2015
Which way forward? Which way back?
I can't help but feel, I am getting of track,
What do I do? Where do I go?
It's beyond the point I can even know,
Do I wait here, or run away screaming?
Are these moments real? or am I just dreaming?
Topher O'Neal May 2015
One more, before you must away,
I really wish, that you would stay,
I,

Think of you, and my day is bright,
When I say goodbye, I cry all night,
Love,

Please, don't go, stay within view,
Because my heart is stuck to,
You
Topher O'Neal May 2015
I sit and I think, planning my future,
Looking at my wounds I never suture,
I just re-open all my scars, live in ignorance,
and just plain relive the same sequence,
Do I like to bleed? Or am I just used to it?
Am I good? Or just another *******?
I don't know what I need, well I never do,
Until it's too late, then its me I *****,
So what should I do? I need some advice,
Stay and wait, or run and never think twice,
Be a devil, and break everything to be selfish?
Be an angel, silently waiting for the world to grant my wish?
**** it, neither, a grave sounds best,
Finally a chance to get some rest.
Topher O'Neal Mar 2015
They're like people too, so many surprises,
Shells scattered, of all shapes and sizes,
Everyone has a favorite, one they adore,
And when they find it, can't ask for more,

It's how I feel about you, my favorite shell,
If I ever lost you, I'd hate my every last cell,
So many grooves, such gorgeous colors,
I would never give you up, for any of the others.
Topher O'Neal Mar 2015
Rip away, smoking green,
Take the hit, it was mean,
Yellow smoke, Harsh hit,
Feeling high, coughing fit,

My muse, exhaled in a puff,
Feel the words, never enough,
Try to keep it, but it fades,
Take another, go up a few shades.
Topher O'Neal Feb 2015
I will explain, my thoughts in rhyme,
Thank you for waiting all this time,
You know who you are, this one is yours,
Just to explain my minds latest tours,

I never stopped loving, it hid like I thought,
So when I ******* up, pain was all I sought,
Now I see things, I don't know are there,
I don't ask, because I don't want to make you aware,
Of the feelings I have, because of the relief,
When I told you they left, to my disbelief,

So when they came back, I couldn't take it away,
So I tried to hide it, but my mind started to fray,
But my mind kept thinking, maybe its mutual,
I said it can't be, and tried to be business as usual,
But I fiend for your texts, thirst for thoughts,
I get so anxious, my stomach is in knots,

So I have to tell you now, before it gets bad,
Say what you will, I promise I won't be mad,
I know my words mean nothing, and you think nothing true,
But know this and this alone, I truly love you.
Topher O'Neal Feb 2015
**** or bullet, Which for my brain?
Get high? Or die? Which will end the pain?
You can tell by the title, and the poem's existence,
Which one of these I chose in this instance,
But I see this choice, every day, when I try to escape,
I smoke for now, evade that way, but there is no escape.
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