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Wandering poet May 2018
I understand you people think I'm doing fine and I think I'm doing great and you all people think I just want to disintegrate because I do. I don't see why being mean became a thing or not moving on with it was our only chance because I don't see that in you. I see something that could have been born out of nothing. I see something that could be born from the heavens from the stars from the sky. I see something I can't move on from and everybody tells me to move on. But I can't! I don't know what you see in me that's so important I don't understand why you think the world is a beautiful place. Because all this world wants to do is make me realize that I don't belong in this place. I think the people of this world really don't understand how I feel because they told me to move on but I can't. Because when I look into those eyes I see a disguise that is not me I don't see me. So tell me to move on go for it but I'm too far gone to realize that that's what you're telling me. So move on.
Wandering poet May 2018
Hello World,
I'm opening my emotions to you,
Opening my soul to you,
Opening my eyes to you,
The window to my lies,
My scars,
My ties,
And my hope,
Here you go,
I no longer want these things,
You may have them,
somedays I see no point in staying here with you World,
Even though I couldn't leave the others,
I apologize for scaring myself,
And buliding lies so high that that's all I am now,
I lied,
To you...
And everyone else too,
So forgive me,
You no longer need me,
But i'll stay,
Good day.
depressing
Wandering poet May 2018
I feel fine,
No i'm kidding I lied,
I don't feel,
I feel lied to,
I'm liying to myself,
shhh,
it's a secret,
I am fine,
I feel fine,
I'm telling white lies.
just one i put together.
Wandering poet May 2018
Words,
Are harmful,
and painul,
they infutrate my brain,
haunt me in my sleep,
For I am not a girl,
I am a man,
weather I have genitals of female or male,
I identify as me,
these handprints on the walls spoken of my past,
the past I don't want to think of,
the rain falls,
no more lies,
or crystal *****,
I am me,
here and now,
he, him, his
not
she, her , her's
so forget it,
FORGET WHO I WAS,
I'M NOT HER...
not any more,
she's dead,
not living,
I don't see her in me,
so leave me be...
plase,
words don't hurt,
they cut deep,
make my mind bleed in my sleep.
Wandering poet May 2018
He built a cage,
Of ribs and skin,
And promptly locked a lion in,
It seemed barbaric,
To contain a beast,
For surely on his heart it'd feast,
But contrary wise,
The lion was smart,
And lived in his chest,
To protect his heart....

The lion said it could not be contained any longer,
He clawed at the beating heart inside the cage,
The heart begain to slow and then the lion was losing his life,
The lion knew his mistake as his heart began to ache,
Hearts are wild creatures that's why they are contained,
And we remember our mistakes as the rain falls down our face.
Wandering poet Apr 2018
I open my eyes,
But see as if they were closed,
I felt that I was alone,
Some days my eyes decide to open and allow me to see,
Other days they are kept closed,
I cannot see what you do,
I am not calm or colected,
I am a stained glass painting that has shatterd into millions of pices,
I see that glass,
No one else does,
Because i'm alone trying to glue it back to together,
I see...
Me, In those stained glass walls,
throughout the empty halls,
Maybe one day you'll see me too,
Just as I see you...
I see me in that broken glass,
I see...
something i'm supposed to be,
I see me.
Wandering poet Apr 2018
Pleh em,
m'i gnisol ym dnim,
olleh,
enoyna ereht,
I sseg ll'i evael,
eyb
Written backwords.
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