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Max Petersen May 2011
What a beautiful flow
of the words you know
that you learnt over years
of standing on your toes

childhoods over
so get composed
the fun is over
your track is closed
Max Petersen May 2011
Did you ever feel like screaming
did you eve feel all alone
Its not their fault so don't blame them
your downfall was your own

What a recluse
Here I made you a neuce

What a recluse
Just use the neuce

The one I was gonna use
before i cut loose
Max Petersen May 2011
Sun
look up
look at the sky
look at the sun
the thing that gives us life
look at the ground we come from
covered in green
catching light
in between
the pores
that open up
connect the grass to the rays that come
from that ball a blaze
it keeps burning
it keeps turning
a cycle
till were dead
till were all dead
it shall be our king
our god
our answer for all things
Max Petersen Apr 2011
I saw your ghost walking around at night
I was dreaming that you were dreaming
in the streets
in the town tonight.

No need for words
dont keep a tempo
your routine goes up in flames
cause your dreams can see over the tops of the mountain range
far past the point were the sun peaks
Max Petersen Apr 2011
Fond admission
of my own mistakes
but its not enough
to make you forget them

You hold a grudge
for gods sake
you just cant live with them

I know you want to stay
but you need and explanation
well ill tell you why i cant pay attention
but you'll think i'm insane

My mistakes
the ones ******* up my days
come from the beasts
living inside my brain

my routines changed
i gotta make up some names
for my friends
who you nor i can explain
because their bodies
are in the same state as my mental brain

My mistakes
come from the elephant in the room

my friend ed

hes rather huge

400 pounds and hes getting bigger

12 feet tall and he's getting thicker

hes shouting loudly
his voice is booming

hes constantly distracting
hes always moving

going wherever i choose to go
making fun of whatever i know
and if i dont show some interest
he'll grow
get angry and throw
and makes a mess
make a show
destroy serenity
in this place you know

he gets upset if i don't give him some eyes
if i don't show him that i know he's alive
my awareness is spent
on his selfish cares
he always tries to give me a rise

so im sorry but i don't have time
i need to confine this beast of mine.



im sorry but your mind
i think its too late
you believe you see a man
who ruins your days
and steals your eyes
your gaze
is his prize
theirs no one here
but you and i
i love you
but your insanity
is no surprise
This poem is basically supposed to be a dialogue between a schizophrenic and his partner. The last bit there was meant to be from the view of a loved one or some **** like that.
Max Petersen Apr 2011
Concentrate on the designs you see in your mind.
They'll take you places you want to go,
and show you things you want to know.
So pay attention
or you'll never know what your missing.
Max Petersen Apr 2011
Thats how they do it.
Lovers.
They just rub their souls together.
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