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1.1k · Jan 2014
Graduation
Dark disasters and pointless pain
Illusions bitten for no gain
Take a risk, take a fall
Follow the ones who do it all

Herds like sheep, follow true
Bask in these secrets simply subdue
Bury it deeper in the ground, not who you are
Not who you’ll be; you are now from afar

Hands grab the mind; call them stress
Those illusive peers they start to press
Molded like clay and distorted in guilt
A castle of lies that was built

Walked a road through thorns
Near the end, quicken your pace, your feet warn
Don’t trip up now, you’ve come too far
And those memories? They weren’t all so hard

Light shines brightest in the dark
And if it weren’t for fear there’d be no spark
You’ll keep going, stronger than the past
Time moves fast so make it last.
1.1k · Jan 2014
Reprimand
Refract the light
Retract the night

Refrain from pain
Regain from feign

Repel all sight
Rebel all flight

Reuse that smile
Reduce that rile

Retell a story
Resell a glory

Reflect ambition
Reject omission.
484 · Jan 2014
You're My Moon
It’s hard to say I can look into your eyes
Can’t turn away, I see me
In them in you
I’m the sun, you’re my moon

A deep lake, succumbed by silence
Rippling across distorted in waves
There I find you
I’m the sun, you’re my moon


Roses, soft, grow by me
Fed by a stream, the soul
Flowing in you
I’m the sun, you’re my moon

Shatter edges of glass under pressure
Like the shoreline itself
That tide is you
I’m the sun, you’re my moon

Never to meet, cycling, once in a lifetime perhaps*
Who’s to overshadow?*
Less often it’s you
I’m the sun, you’re my moon.
463 · Jan 2014
Look Within
Look within to the dying well
Breathe in the mildew laden air
Who’s to break first?
So hard to walk away

Succumbing to the atmosphere
Within the hand, a coin of hopes and
Dreams. Pay for the brokenness inside.

Pause for a moment, what’s the purpose?
To watch the glass surface
Swallow up a wish?

War within, a raging battle; memories of a shooting star
Shooting towards the cracked sidewalk, broken mirror

Pause for a moment, reflect within, who’s to win
Hope or doubt, aspirations or disbelief?
Throw the coin and watch it fall
Desire has won, faith in optimism restored.

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