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Miss Misery Feb 2013
The inner child in me had a tantrum of mixed emotions.
It had no idea what it was doing.
It was miserable the whole time,
yet making promises that it would all be much better.
Miss Misery Feb 2013
Reality hit me
then the blues struck
I had become everything and everyone I had hated.
How could I hate them if I was just the same.
Just only aware.
But just as useless.
Miss Misery Feb 2013
You soften me,
you weaken me.
My defenses go down.
I'm vulnerable.
Receptive
&
Pure.
Miss Misery Feb 2013
The tragedy of being ones own worst enemy
is that you will eventually feel as though you must **** yourself off.
One can not live while the other survives.
Because you are you.
Or them...

The bad dies with the good.
And no one saw it coming..
I guess the bad in you can manipulate the good into doing things through fear.

To hide its master.

Or else..
Miss Misery Feb 2013
Long nights
And fragmented days
Time is a jumble.
But it's always time to play.

In this world few reside.
But those with same problems
I won't just watch on by.

And I laid there wonderin
How many other folks like me were awake right now. Listening to the sounds through their open windows.
Too many thoughts.
What did they hear?
Crickets? Owns? Sirens? Gunshots? A babbling creek? Or tire screeches and horns honking.
All feeling thankful though to be in a bed safe from it all.
Miss Misery Feb 2013
What a bargain! they say.
groomed like lawn bushes.
They smile in place.
But when no one is watching they scan up and down. Sizing up the opponent as the potential lover gazes.
Miss Misery Feb 2013
I want to surround myself by something beautiful like a meadow overlooking a cloudy sky and crashing waves. Or the perfect amount of sunshine giving off the right amount of warmth to overcome the rough winds.
With flowers swaying back and forth.
Just like I remember in Santa Cruz.
The highway 1 coastline is pretty varied and eye widening.
A small smile is all a need. I just want to feel it inside. Mellowing and settling my turmoil insides. Just like a the ocean's water. I wonder if there is a calm before the storm.
How unsettling.

I wish I never heard the ambulance's sirens. It always reminds me of what maybe my untimely death. Is it possible to achieve your full potential  in life? Maybe we need those wasted days to learn a lesson.
Oh the circle of life ... The idea that I have to accept that as fact makes me feel so... Sad that it will one day be over if I'm ever happy.
It's so much better to feel like you want to die. it sounds so wrong, but I hate the disappointment so much, but after I'm dead it won't matter to me.
I will be gone.
That will be the end of me.
I will shut down, never to awaken.
No more to feel.
No more to see.
I will miss feeling the most.
It's like every one of my molecules move in a fluid manner swelling up and crashing down. The sensation is overwhelming, but it satisfies something. I'm not sure what that is.
Thinking of this made me cry.
I want to say what's the point of it all then? But of course it's to appreciate what I do have when I have it.
No matter what, to take it for what it is and how that reflects a different biological and neurological occurrence within our beings.
Elements and energy.
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