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891 · Jul 2010
The Working Man
Lindsey Jul 2010
Work work work
work work -- play
Work work work
work work -- play
In a bittersweet world,
the unbalanced spectrum
will override your
lifeless love and your
loveless life.
Fight fight fight
fight fight -- ****
Fight fight fight
fight fight -- ****
In this timed game
your character fails
to notice his flawless logic
and his logic-less flaws.
Take take take  
take take -- give
Take take take  
take take -- give
In this lonely reality
the uncontrolled realization
of your selfish virus
reveals your mindless hope
and your hopeless mind.
Win win win
win win -- lose.
500 · Jul 2010
To a Dreamer:
Lindsey Jul 2010
You creep up and peek at my swollen eyes
Wordlessly telling me how it’ll all be “okay”
Take that knife right outta my back,
Kiss my forehead and pretend to stay.

Live life like it’s the game you so craftily steer
What’s yours is mine, you plead?
I cannot help if you refuse my offer,
It is such a sad life, my dear.

When you run away, the light you seek will vanish.
Dance in a world you created all your own
The music stops- you panic.
You always were a dreamer.
489 · Jul 2010
Morning Drive
Lindsey Jul 2010
Magic dawn breaker –
Who puts you back together?
When others enjoy the beauty
You’ve portrayed
What stops you from
Revealing yourself?
I understand, truly, I do.
Why an orange sky is so important
In a world of blue.
Masking your genuine potential
Only proves to your admirers
The simplicity you despise
Please, show confidence in your
Sun-lit sky line
For, without it,
My earth sees no shine.
434 · Jul 2010
Untitled
Lindsey Jul 2010
I once fell in love with a scop
Who sang to me of traditional heroes.
And when his voice dropped,
I knew he was only temporary.

And when he danced,
My eyes danced with him.
And when his legs stopped,
I knew his time was dim.

And when he read to me,
My dreams took control.
And when his narration took flee,
I awoke and he had gone.
Falling in love with a man of rhyme
Can only conclude with melancholy
For his stories contain a happy ending,
But relating to true life, they are pure folly.

— The End —