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My room needs cleaning
but the internet calls me
wow i'm really lazy.
Its a complete lie that every person has the ability to change the world.
We are told this lie from the day we are born
parents with high hopes
children with big dreams
a world full of people who think others can change the world

Anyone can change the world but everybody else is too lost to try
seems to bee the common chant bubbling up all around us .
just like our impending doom .
thousands of dead things just building up quietly
right under our feet to the tune of the quite chant

everybody else is too lost to try

Its true that not every person has the ability to change the world.

But its also true that someone can.

With in the mobs of lost souls there are sparks.
People with ideas and heart.
People with ****** knuckles and rent.
People with mountains of fear and just enough courage.
People who have this ever standing ability.

am I one of those people?

You will never know unless you **try
for the love of god spread your wings and try.
My Muse is content.
She sits quietly
Watching the rain ,
petting a fat old cat

My Muse sleeps soundly.
Not a word to hear
From her frantic pen,
Or her blank pages.

My Muse is happy.
No tear laced anger
Threatening to rip her apart,
Giving birth a poet's art.
The more happy I become, the less I fill my poem book.
You are here.
But my gaze is a million miles away.

The room is silent.
But you look at me so loudly

I can practically hear you screaming
For me to stay .

The water is rising .
threatening to cross the brim to my cheek

But I keep the  flood at bay.
Watching ships sail .

The farther they get the slower my heart.
I can't live this way.
I'll never come back
If the sunset had a voice , it would sound like yours.
If the smokey mountains had eyes, they gave their never ending blue and green to you.
If thunder had breath, its chest would rise and fall late at night as yours does while wrapped in a mess of sheets.
I can't help but to be reminded of your beard as I run through fields of tall golden grass , it brushing on my bare thighs.
If warm summer breeze had a laugh , it learned its warm emersion  from you.
I never knew the ocean would gift its crashing waves to someone's hips
Once great oaks had a heart, surely you have stolen them,
Along with my own.
You are a broken record
Player
Turning your head in circles to get a look
Of that hot peice of
***

She's more than a stupid
Mistake
She's the action you take
Over and over

You are a broken record
Player
I'm worth more than your lie
Worth more than a good lay
I know the words to this song
Keep singing
But I'm long gone.
Wrote this on my phone , which happens to have atrocious auto correct. Feel free to tell me if you spot any mistakes .
You are a broken record
Player
Turning your head in circles to get a look
Of that hot peice of
***

She's more than a stupid
Mistake
She's the action you take
Over and over

You are a broken record
Player
I'm worth more than your lie
Worth more than a good lay
I know the words to this song
Keep singing
But I'm long gone.
Wrote this on my phone , which happens to have atrocious auto correct. Feel free to tell me if you spot any mistakes .
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