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There once was a man
He was quite the fool
He loved only when loved
Never thought to deceive
only  himself
was he disguised as a liar

Almost ruined a good life
the perfect bride
the chosen wife

His hands filthy
can never get cleansed

For this his heart is broken
only she can heal his wounds

The trust is lost
shes no fool

He will fight
He must
to win back her devotion

To give her what she has given him
a chance to be loved
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
Always
Waiting
Never
Alone
Turning
Face down
A hand
of stone

Burnt ashes
falling
tortured
no more

Forever
tumbling
down the hole

Broken
Promises
Tired
of lies

Blissful
Denial
Told me
you tried

Bury your crosses
under the bridge
Leave behind
everything
that made you live

You will see me
no more
try not to
forgive

Alone

Goodbye
(c) Isaac Thornhill
Just a few more minutes
is all we ever want
a few more days
until our final resting spot
make those minutes last
the most of what you got

dont deny yourself
simple pleasures
select delights

never live there
no not in the past
you will regret everyday
as if it were your last

so heed these simple words
from a most humble man
to live life to the fullest
take what you can
give as much to others
only what you have

your breaths will be full
your eyes will light with life
your soul will be clean
your life will be alright
(c) Isaac Thornhill
"What is there to say"
Not much i guess
More or Less

"Have you told a lie today?"
"I bet YOU did?"
More or Less

"The sky is on fire"
"Such randomness"
More or Less

"What if i said i love you?
Would say it back?"
More or Less

"You haven't a clear thought
in your head at all, have you?"
More or Less

Much like the wind
that flows across the sky
or the moon that moves
without the naked eye
I see what i want and
hear what i can
Does that make me no less a man?

I think not, there for i am.
I haven't a clear thought,
and you have no head.

I guess I'm just rambling,
but thats all we ever do.
Rumble about this or that,
it doesn't really matter
if you shower or bath.

Well this doesn't make much sense?
How can it be?
Should i listen to structure,
the song of the bee.

Forever and over the light passes through.
From night time to day time,
listen to the Sioux.
The soul of the earth is dark and corrupt
are these just words, they cause such a fuss.

I'm done rambling, for now.
If I see you again it will be in the sky.
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
Does anyone ever tell you
that your poems ****
No, never
they bow and they drivel
they dont give a ****
and once hold you high
always pretending
"its never a lie."
Well,
you wouldn't know talent
if it rained from the skies
crashed upon your head
or
popped out your eye
"dont be so silly, talent does fall from the skies. "

Well you wouldn't know anyway,
your as dumb as your lies.

"Truth be told, i never liked you
Even when you tell the truth
your tongue is bitter
your words are full of filth
your eyes light up
when a lie presents itself
you take full advantage
like a kid ******* himself"

"well i never liked you either!"
you shout in your shriek, annoying voice.
"my brother my sister i hate my choice,
even more than i hate you."

"so why tell the lie,
say you like something
you really dont?
"is it hubris or jealousy,
that compels you to speak?
or do you understand
the words that are coming out of my mouth?"

You **** your head to the side,
just the way i hate. open your mouth,
all filled with negate.
"Dont do this or that."
you do it anyway.

"shut your mouth for two seconds,
listen to what i say.
I tell you that i love you,
and i do really like your poems.
Your so full of hate and
you despise the things you say.
desperate and alone, your meanness
drives everyone away.
So alone we will be, forever
trapped in our own minds.
Disgusted and hated,
Two of a kind.
(c) Isaac Thornhill
In her skin are pools of gold
to touch them, to take them
to make them his own
Her flower unbroken,
like the morning dew
wet from a rainy day

His eyes are like cameras
they watch her every move
Her hands move over
His tough exterior shell
He wont let you in
Each layer must be passed away

Her skin met his hands
his telescopic eyes
moved over her golden mountains
like clouds over the sky
The two have never met
not in a thousand years
Such a tragedy of time
when we don't know the others
love exists
(c) Isaac Thornhill
In the dark
She calls to me
A loud whisper
A silent scream
In the distance
The lights grow dim
On borrowed time
I guess it is
Leave it to me
To get stuck here
This place of shame
Of tortured lust

My eyes flicker
My hearts jumps
My breaths are deep

Within my chest
So i sit and listen
Patiently wait
For the day to come
For my chance at fate
My faith at hands
To reveal my future
(c) Isaac Thornhill
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