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It's my dark side
A shadow cast by the sun
My other half
The half of less fun
No expressions with a hint of sad
Wondering can my shadow really feel as bad?
As I do when it's dark alone with my thoughts
Staring at the sun to see those bright spots
Punishing my eyes until it grows bright
Exposing my darkness to unveiling light
Misery loves company a shadows with no words
Silence my new friend haven't you heard?
Is it bad I don't educate myself?
I have desire for the books on the shelf
Yet I want others to read about me
It's  apparent I create my own irony
Hire me hire me I want them to see
What I have to say and what I want to do
Between me and you I have a lot to prove
Stick and move my writing rides on with the groove
Like the fads that entertain me and you
I'm trying to be as trendy but can't hit the viral brew
A concoction to spread like wild fire I desire
Kindled fire higher power fame lasting longer than an hour
Is it too much to ask? So much time has passed
It's when your dreams get up and start running you pursue
All those things you been searching for is right inside of you
Chasing down a dream is not always what it seems
A boulevard of broken in a world made of glass
Some things in life weren't made to last

The things that are you should hold on to for sure
The world ain't what it use to be anymore
Broken homes to broken bones hearts and such never left alone

We've all been through hell and back it's no place to be
A world we never talk about and refuse to admit what we see
Heaven on Earth isn't sounding so bad

They say spread your wings and fly away but some don't go as far
Struggling in life not with money but the simple crutch a car
No wheels to spin we're all sticks in the mud

Seek inspiration and refuge from yourself
Take the time to read the books on the shelf
You can see the world through others eyes
Just to see that the world is just one big clever disguise

It's not all bad, don't be sad, be happy with the fond memories you've had
One day you'll miss it
But what's the point of reminiscing while you're still in it?
 Mar 2015 Not Patty
martin
Don't approach a dog unknown to you
Holding out your hand, making eye contact
You may frighten him
Let him come to you

Don't write a poem uninspired
It won't work out
In good time
Let it come to you

Don't go out there seeking love
Like a child with a butterfly net
Live your life
Let it come to you
Is it YOUR hand that feels right in mine,
Or is it just A hand?
Is it YOUR arm that feels right holding me,
Or is it just A arm.
Do I like YOU,
Or do I like the way you HOLD ME?
Do I like talking TO YOU,
Or do I just like talking?
So, the other day I realised I haven't written since September and this is just sort of a few questions that have been flying around my head recently so yea I'm going to try get back to writing, it helps me feel.
 Mar 2015 Not Patty
Harley quinn
What if you were my one and I let you go
I guess that's just something I will never know
Mini heart attack I've fallen ill
In the bathroom or perhaps the window sill?
Holes in my pockets have a million stories to tell
I got myself asking "Where in the hell?"
Is it only me that this happens to?
Either way I'm right there with you!
Seven days
Seven days repeat them
Repeat them over
One by one
Seven by seven.
Seven colours the sky smiles
Seven times seventy
And seventeen years
Seven levels of hell
And seven sins to send you there
Seven princesses
Sailing seven seas
And seven sea monsters to sink them
Seven lies and seven truths
Seven wonders
On seven continents
That I will never see
Seven dreams
On seven nights
Seven kisses
Seven kisses
Seventeen years
Seven stars and seven seals
Seven heads and seven hills
Seven trumpets
Seven thunders
Seven bowls of wrath
Seven years for complete cell replacement
And it’s been seven
Seven years of plenty
And seven of famine
(which are we in?)
Seven seconds to count down
Seven candles to light
On seven golden lampstands
7-Up and 7/11
Seven days
Seven days repeat them
Repeat them over and over and over
Seven years repeat them over
Seventeen repeat it over
Repeat it over
Repeat it over and over
Seven cells replaced in seven
Seven tears cried in seven
Seven out of seven
And seventeen years
Seven dwarfs and seven demons
Seven secrets
Concealed by seven lies
Seven torches we bear
Seven oaths and seven gemstones
Seven crowns on seven kings
And seven horns
And seven eyes
Seven plagues!
Oh, Lord seven plagues.
Seven spells for seven curses
On seventeen days
And the Seven Years War
In seven days I built myself
And in seven seconds I’m destroyed
Seven feathers fall to earth
Seven stars all align
And seven Gods stole my soul
Seven slaves owned by seven masters
Seven burdens
Seven burdens
Seven beasts
Seven prayers leave my lips
Seventy Hail Mary’s to save you
And seven angels
Seven spirits to seven churches
Seven sweet friends
That left me
Here’s what they don’t tell you
Seven lives mean seven deaths
And seven joys mean seven pains
Seven sisters mean seven funerals
And seven suns mean seven rains
And seven
And seven.
I’ve been stuck on seventeen
For an eternity
Repeat it
Repeat it over
Repeat it over
Seven
And seven
And seven
Teen.
Seven days
And I’ll be home to a house I’ve never seen
In a country I don’t belong to
And a language I can’t speak
And it’s all just seven
And seven
And seven
Teen.
I posted this one a while ago, but I've made some important additions and revisions, a heightened symbolism from the book of Revelation.
Hello, are you new here?
I'll be your friend
Add me on Facebook!
Let's make it trend!
We will be friends till the very end
One day turns to one week
A month to a year
I don't get it yesterday you were just here
Emotionally detaching the world no doubt
Time to rethink what we live learn and love about
I see you want to do something today
I think to myself I'll send a message your way
I see that you read
What ever I said
Is social media a place to keep thoughts out of your head?
Like preaching to the choir, with a little less flare
How can we act like we don't even care
Why do we like and why do we tweet
In my eyes it would be pretty sweet
If we all sat down at a table somewhere
No technology or even a care
One day our society will be back in route
but until then
Time to rethink what we live learn and love about
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