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My Insanity
Written by Adam M. Snow

Falling weak, I lay my head;
resting now I feel dread.
A ghost am I,
forever nigh;
a mute yet blind;
this world, my mind
held insanity,
my humanity,
lost to eternity,
by mortality.
I want to run.
Be free.
Be the little girl they see in me,
but plot-twist happen frequently,
opening your eyes to things you didn't see.
Burning the cheerful into your mind.
If only I didn't once leave that behind.
If I could return to those naive, fun days.
But fun was out and sad was in,
so I figured "well okay."
I dived right in,
singeing my skin,
turning me to the pit.
I was told,
"don't follow your instincts",
so I guess this is what I get.
Now I sit alone,
a pitiful lump of coal,
as a dog without bone,
or soccer ball with no goal.
I'm heading to "God knows where"
on a train called "Oopsy Days,"
and when I arrive,
they will all be amazed.
For I am the writer
who will give them a story,
for I am a lighter,
and my flame gives me glory.
I sometimes stand alone and stare
at time worn face and wayward hair
that frames green eyes with brightest red 
and do not recognise myself

Where is the girl that once belonged
to laughter, dancing, love and song
who always saw with lovers eyes
and sugar coated all her lies

She lingers somewhere far from here
a memory vague to those held dear
too long she has been kept apart
from you, the captor of her heart.
My promising adventures
Paralysed by realistic forces
My priorities confused
By kind magnetic sources

Heartcrushers, with their soothing embrace
Dreamcrushers, with their hidden chains

Should lovers weep
In the search of success?
Brothers to strangers
For seeking wealth?

Heartcrushers, with their tender hearts
Dreamcrushers, with their morbid acts

I’m rooted in the need
Of that priceless warmth
Believing though
In the untold future’s charm

Soulcrushers, with their endless prayers
Dreamcrushers, with their soft betrayal

Like a hardworking ant,
Squashed at the end of summer
Like a cherry tree,
Slammed by the last storm of winter

Soulcrushers, is your love enough?
Dreamcrushers, is your love as tough?

~Epic Monkey
February 2014
... when your dream doesn't include your loved ones
The Devil pursued until his interest failed
He changed his course straight back to hell
Yet I felt to follow through gates and doors
Caught and married his favorite *****...

The beard that hid my bitter face
I took a razor and I did erase
No more hiding from what I can be
How could I embrace such misery...

Darkness plagues the shadows of mind
Light gets broken in the Devil's design
But we are not pawns without a choice
These are my hands and this is my voice...
Just because we change our ways
doesn't mean the darkness fades.
Re po 2019
How do you make emotions stop?
   Take love to the edge, then let it drop?
How can you just let it all go,
   When holding tight is all that you know?
Never just turned and walked away
   With a heart that’s crying out to stay.

Letting go just takes all your might,
   When doing what’s best doesn’t feel right.
Knowing there is no one to blame,
   Knowing who it was that fanned the flame.
Knowing who chose to cross that line,
   Hanging too tight to what wasn’t mine.

Wrapped up so tightly in this web,
   Yet wanting to tear away instead.
Walk away and just let it go,
   It sounds so easy, and yet I know,
Its so hard to just let it lay.
   Wish it wouldn’t have to be this way.
Someday, I intend to walk on the horizon
the perfect line where sea meets sky
and in that halcyon union of blue and blue
I'd love to stand alone with you.
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