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I have spent days, months, years...
Buried beneath the weight of my tears.
Digging myself deeper and deeper
Into the land of an unforgiving sleeper.

My body still breathes life but my soul
Has long since been embraced by the afterlife.
Already resting six feet under and above reads my
Grave stone in an oh, so very grave tone "Here lies a
Once lively soul taken by the darkness."

Nobody comes to my tomb and weeps, for they
Do not know my sad and sorrowed soul sleeps.
As I lay in my imaginary coffin oh, so soft and made
Of cotton, a light creeps in and I am beckoned.

I can hear the recognizable sound of iron unearthing
Me from the ground. The moment I feel the gracious glow
Of sunlight my spirit erupts into flames and takes flight.

Like a radiant phoenix from the ashes I rise. Letting go
Of darkness and lonesome thoughts of demise. I threw
Away regret and headed for the skies.
Dancing Crimson Fireworks fill my heart
Violent infant butterflys tare me apart
She levitates and makes time bend
I can never tell when things will end
Is it that our minds hold on
Even for only moments long
Is it wrong to see you here
Gazing into the Stratosphere
^__^
Ignorant Minds, They Stay Behind
as Enlightened Souls, Fill the Sky
Their Souls Levitate and Intertwine
as The Ignorant Minds ,They stay blind
The Levitating Souls Twist and Bind
Forever Increasing At An Alarming Size
Illuminated Spirits, Illuminated Minds
Supercede All of Mankind
Joining Souls Start to Climb
All Together, Stopping all Time
Ignorant Minds, They Stay Behind
This poem was written for people who keep themselves purposely concerned with trivial lifestyle choices.
Desperate deserter, you're
failure's like water. Liquid
and burning like fire.
Bare head is crowned with
thorns of betrayal, wrists
are punctured with the
nails of your sacrifice.
   Bury me now, in this
sacred ground.
   The life that you're living
is so unforgiving.
   **** me now with the
horrid sound,
   Of your suffering.
Clearly you're hear now.
Softly you sing out.
Words that stab me.
Words that **** me,
with longing.
Worn down seams are covered by the hard covers we present,
If you took the time to read my contents, would you ease up and relent?
Or would you stick me on your shelf, amongst others there to rot?
Forget me there and move along without a second thought?
I've seen  you
but never met you
i've spoken with you
but never heard you
i've fallen for you
but never knew you
you're leaving
but you
were never
here
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