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Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
Find peace among the silence of the stars, comfort in the clouds, for nirvana sleeps inside the pain that you have postponed for so long.
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
It won't ever become clear
the wind is blowing,
we don't know why, or where
we are all winners, all moving
on to the next freeway
the new uplifted moment
taken over by fear we hide
then we expose ourselves
like the god forsaken sun
everything is good,
as long as we are getting thinner
when do you think,
we will forget all the beer
living for life, and not living
for the treacherous fear.

e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
Ignorance is bliss, and bliss is that false feeling of knowing.
e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
He doesn't care about
anything I do, anything I say
anything I feel, he doesn't
mind If I feel like holding kisses
and placing them in his lap
because he doesn't mind me
he doesn't mind me at all
he does not feel that
I belong in his mind at all
it's so depressing
I think I will still fall
madly in love
with the idea of him
a beautiful thought
yet a solid brick wall.

e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
I feel a quiet pain
One which sits there
But to tired to form a name
I feel apathy, in the dark corners of hate
I know one thing, yet the guilt fills me too full
From the wound on my hand, to the wound on my knee
The bruising is not pretend, it just lives in the depths of me

e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
Your pain is my pain
Your agony paints me red
When you fall, I fall
Your feelings bleed through my skin
When you are afraid
I feel fear with a turbulence of power
When I imagined you hurt
Shards of glass pierced my arms,
Pierce my mind, my soul, the very
Middle of my being, I feel weighed
Down, into a pit of agony
Fire so grand it touches every thought
Contaminates every other emotion
For when you feel
I feel.

e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
The fields brush by
Softly dissolving
As the luke warm wind
Comforts my surroundings
In my '86 honda accord

Subtle bumps on the road
Stir my insides
Like waking a baby
Gold land of California
Excites my soul

I breath salt air
She sweeps me straight
To the ocean,
Straight to the moon
My baby's hand brushes my cheek
Instead of landing
I take him up with me

Sweet California
On the road to nowhere
She keeps on breathing
Summons the dreaming
For all who love her so.

E.S.
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