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I was born on a belt
In the factory of man,
Rolled into a home,
Labeled and stamped.

My life was made honest
By ink on a page,
And my future controlled
By a system of wage.

My whole life thus far,
Two decades of lame,
Incompetent bureaucratic,
Institutional reign

Has seen us shuffled down
The educational lane,
Made unified products;
For unified gain.
Wrapped in a sensitive shadow of frozen alphabets
They engrave an intimate definition of private insanity
Quiet tremors freeze an unknown violence
Leaving to eyes to bury the dregs of scarlet shame
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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You have not seen
You have not seen where I've walked
Nor where I am going
You have not seen what plagues me
Nor why my tears have fallen

You have not heard
You have not heard my story
Nor my cries of sorrow that bellow in the night

You do not understand
You do not understand why I fear to trust
Nor the memories of which I try to escape
You do not understand why I hide in shame
Nor the darkness of my own mind

You have not been asked to walk where I've walked
Nor stand, if even for a moment, where I have been forced to stand firm
You have not been asked to stand in the darkness I've with held
Nor have you been asked to hear the dreadful cries in the night

You have not been asked to look into the dark where you never thought you would ever walk
You have not been asked to understand

So there -
Do not judge me unless you have judged you
Do not tell me my wrong doings until you have found your own
Do not judge me until you have walked a mile or two in my own shoes
I am not saying you own life has not been a struggle
I am saying that you can't judge me until you have judged you
This feeling, so hot,
Coursing right through me.
I hope they simply rot
As their red sets me free.

I cut for the red.
Just crying for pain.
I'll wind up dead,
If not, past insane.

You helped me once,
Then forgot to stay near.
After all these months,
Why'd you leave me here?

Blue , now falling fast
Towards the never ending dark.
Trying to forget my past
As red and blue mix, so stark.

As I let these colors fall
On my soul's own abyss
From heights far too tall
No heart sees I'm amiss.

Forgotten, cold, alone I gasp
For air that left me too.
If only our hands would clasp,
You'd finally help me through.

Now the red is slow
And all blue is gone.
All since you went to go,
I've become a slaughtered fawn.

The colors are gathered
Across my body and floor,
In artwork to be treasured
By you forever more.

You missed me that day;
Came for something to do.
Seeing me made you sway
And from your eye, fell blue.
I have no idea...
Seconds seem like ages,
But hours are so short.

Time passes slowly
But it all ends so fast

Hearts beat,
Leaves fall.

Wind blows
Shivers run.

Heart stops
Tears fall

Memories left
A ghost to recall.
You're watching, judging, and assuming
You don't understand why I do what I do. 
Why I obsess over little things.
So stop trying to
The world is my oyster
But without the beautiful pearl
Just a plain old shell, in a plain old world

It's a shame you'll never know the brilliance
All you're capable to understand is the madness.
Insane, sane
Heart, or brain
Ferocious , tame
Take two breaths and stop breathing all together.
Turn your self to useless energy, forever.

Welcome to mind of the mad.
The queen of the asylum
A dapper old castle in the brain of a girl.
Who is tortured yet pampered in her own little world.
You see me sitting here
My eyes cast in the distance,
Head in the shadows
You wave and wait for a reply
I give none
Infact I'm not aware you've entered the room at all
Actually I'm not sure I'm even in the house
On this earth.
My thoughts, in my head
Are twisted
Knotted
Slithering just out of my grasp
Lost forever in a maze
Or a labyrinth.
A place where time speeds up
But movements slow down.
Where there's an hour glass stuck in your mind
Sand dripping
Falling
Down.
Marking the end of your life
The end to the confusion
The misery
The pain
It can all only last so long before it becomes to much
Until you get a break from it all,
Before you're ****** back into this world again.
You better hurry
You only have a few left,
But a few what?
Years?
Months?
Weeks?
Days?
Hours?
Minutes?
The list goes on - but why bother wondering
When you only have a short time left
In the labyrinth.
So this is what I came up with during English class....not much to say but even I'm confused as to why I wrote this, I mean apparently my thoughts are all jumbled and lost out of my reach - something I wasn't aware of haha well tell me what you think. I hope you like it :)
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