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Sam Nov 2016
Is it bad for me,
to let myself live in a fantasy?
or is it better to move myself,
back into the place we call reality?
Reality *****.
Fantasy is amazing.
Though fantasy is fantasy for a reason.
Mixing the two,
forcing fantasy into the reality,
ending worse than reality itself.
*I live in a fantasy, in the world of reality
and I'm not sure how to move forward.
Sam Nov 2016
I try to hard for happiness in others, and in me.
I try to hard to rid the pain in others, and in me.

I try to hard to make others laugh at me.
I try to hard to make others look at me.

I try to hard to make others like me.
I try to hard to portray an image that's not me.

I try to hard to disconnect the me,
I became.
I try to hard to find the me,
I once was.

I try to hard for happiness in me, and in others.
I try to hard to rid the pain in me, and in others.

*I guess I'm not trying hard enough
Sam Nov 2016
Have you ever just sat down and made strange noises because you have no idea what the **** is going on in your life and nobody is helping with that factor and people make things complicated so it just escalates more-then the sound escalates too, into more like a scream of frustration until you stop being weird-then you look at the thing that you were stressed over and it just starts all over again and you worry about everything so the outcomes are racing through your head over some silly words that probably didnt mean anything anyways and your mind is probably just over reacting  to everything like it normally does but still there is a huge part of you that knows the true outcome and you are afraid to let that factor be known so you continue to sit in the middle of your room not knowing what the **** to do?

Because if so, same
Im probably going to  delete this later
or do something to hide it because idk *** it is or what the purpose is but hey why not
  Nov 2016 Sam
Emma
I'm stuck, in an everlasting desert of shame
I cannot find my way out of my profound land of loneliness
As i sit on the cold sandy ground, i ponder,
'Why must it be this way, why can i not escape'
The answer comes to me.
I slowly sink into the sand of hurt, forever drowning in the presence
of hope that is never going to arrive, even as i grow
i cannot seem to let go of the memory that the sparkle in my
eye is never coming back.
I'm now more stuck than i ever was before, finding things to do
to pass time in the land of my caged prison, wondering when
someone will finally set me free.
  Nov 2016 Sam
Amethyst Fyre
you know it's getting bad when
you're starting to act like a teleprompter for your friends

trying to coax them to the conclusion
but too afraid, too empty, too smothered, too something to just come out and say
"i'm probably not okay"

and see, i can't even type it here without first qualifying it as only probably

there's a map to my chaos
my words are your guide
you can find hints of my despair
on the Radiator or
in the taste of Codeine
despair as bitter cold and dark as it gets

i've desperately got my hands to my throat
i'm giving you the choking sign
i'm so far gone down the rabbit hole that you can only hear the echoes of my sighs

but this is my last flare
so i will hover over the light of its hope until you either see me or it dies
Sam Nov 2016
To be omniscient,
all knowing.
Wished for over a long period of time,
desiring the unspeakable knowledge.
Clawing the insides, tearing up the mind,
due to the simple desire for truth.
Possibilities rounding the corner of every thought,
to be settled into a straight line of clarity.

To be innocent,
unknowing.
Wishing to go back,
desiring the knowledge be erased.
Cutting the outside, shattering the mind,
due to the impossible desire to reverse.
Possibilities never ending continuing around,
spiraling as if forced into clarity too soon.
  Nov 2016 Sam
Amethyst Fyre
"Will you stop smiling already?"
I can't. I'm laughing at life and how momentarily intense it is.

I think that answer might scare some people
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