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 Jan 2015 Erenn's Collabs
Antonio
The sideline view
Of a poet's life.
Topics free falling
In ranks of predictable verse.
Lacking vitality,
Inspirations disperse.

My thoughts wander.
Vibrating to the hum of
Flourescent lights above,
As the cursor blinks
In hypnotic rhythm.
Drawing me into
The pale blank screen
And beyond.

Falling once again
Into daydreams
Of her golden hair glowing
In Autumns waning light.
Hands merged in a gentle grip
Warming the evening chill
With a soft peck of our lips.


Longing in stillness,
Attending in silence,
The cursor, again, must wait
The many pensive stages
In a poet's futile task of
Placing verses on pages.
Everyone has a talent.
Whether it be practical or not,
Pleasing or not.
Everyone has a talent.
And sometimes that talent is just
Not good.
A talent for being impeccably rude,
A talent for ******* up relationships,
A talent for making people hate you,
A talent for spitting out gibberish when someone asks, "Why are you sad?"
Everyone has a talent.
But when people look inside themselves,
And see the talents they never wanted,
They fake another.
They learn to carry a note,
Play an instrument,
Draw a picture,
Write a poem.
But inside they know,
We're not good.
Been a long time since I posted. Sorry if this ***** D:
I have had positivity creeping in from my peripheral into my absolute attention, creating magnificent distraction from the skeletons that plague me, but I fear the possibility, and probability of its impermanence, a temporary state is a useless one to obtain. I need to focus on the long term target, changes on the next level, the one outside of this peripheral comfort zone. 'What are you so afraid of?' I wish I ******* knew.
 Jan 2015 Erenn's Collabs
alxndra
masterminds behind the lies
have hid the horrors in disguise

this deceptive act of lying
can now be found without trying

disbelief
the temporary relief
to all corruption has to hide

I won't be fooled another time
I won't forget the choice is mine

each entree served on your platter
is nothing short of a disaster
ignorance offers no bliss
let honesty serve as your guide
I am a passenger, riding shotgun unbuckled, daydreaming about destinations and awaiting their arrival.
But the road never ends and the numbers on the exit signs just grow and grow
and I'm fighting to widen my heavy eyelids
and before I know it I'm out of gas,
but when I raise my head and turn to the left, I face the harsh truth of an empty drivers seat
and can't recall the moment I was forced to do it myself.
Interesting how we're all alone in the Universe
everyone is alone
only some of us can see that
drowning those of us who were stripped from the shade over the isolation that drags everyone into distinct numbness
as humans we come into this world as one,
and we leave as one
it's simply difficult and unrealistic for several to see that this lonesome being occurs throughout life as well
we are alone
I'll tear away your heart
I'll cut at your soul
You'll forever be alone
Within the late hours you'll cry your self to sleep
Forever dreaming of who you should be
You'll never be
Never anything to me
Dreadful thoughts of before
Never looking forward
Drowning
Drowning
Drowning
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