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Our thoughts
turn into words
and words are the shouts
that we never scream out loud
I write like a poet
I speak the words of a song
I sing like an angel
…who tends to get the notes wrong.

I’m funny and friendly
Or I pretend to be
I’m weird but I’m witty
I guess that’s just me.

I wear my sneakers
To parties with dresses
I paint on the walls
And I make frosting messes

I suppose I’m annoying
But I bet you are too.
I guess that’s my panache.
How about you?
I thought that I could walk on water and as the son of man
I should have swam with big fish
wish?
I should have wished the World away
stepped into another day of Saints and sinners
losers
winners
who brought hope and misery to
us
the peasantry.

Presently
pleasantly surprised
I find myself under clear blue skies
on a desert dune
whereon I rise and call out to the stars
the sun
the moon
who if they hear at all will tell me all too soon
just to whom it is I should pay homage.

I reflect as the heat reflects up off the sand.
Is this land fit only for those castles that would blow down in a storm?
what form does man take when the breaking of the bread
is taking bread from starving men?
When?
And then these thoughts that take me hostage are the homage I must pay
To live and write and fight
a ray of sunlight
and in it wrapped tight
another ray
the simple way of it
to sit and wander through these thoughts
and I thought
I could walk on water
can't even stand on my own two feet.
Tell me what is it like to be happy
Because I haven´t been in a while now
I forgot what it feels like,
So please tell me now.

Her arms around you
and the smile on your face
you dont seem to notice
that everything for me is gray.

Everything is dark
nothing belongs in my mind.
the sounds around me seem to be quiet
and I can´t see anymore what matters.

Hold me like you used to
Let´s take it back
I want to remember
what it feels like.
You stumble along the road
And suddenly feel so lost
People are not same no more
Faces ain't so familiar anymore
Memories faded to the floor
And you,
Your mind and soul
With the wind
Are gone
Well...here I go....
What will happen?
Will I get the help I so desperately need?
Or locked up in a psych ward?

My entire life path
Be free or be suffocated

Decided in less than an hour.
Quite scary....but I have to get help :/
Says the bird
restless on the stem
perching on her wrist.
~Lacus Crystalthorn 2013
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