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Pasts of myself Reflecting off the bookshelf A naked truth of original sin That every time I look I can't help but laugh In time there was a truth And in present there is only this A hope to see you again A breathe where there is no Exhale or inhale Only the breathe you were made To believe was real Sitting atop my bookshelf Sits the faces I cannot recognize In dreams they come back to me So I know I will never be free Each birthday the shadow of celebration Makes my heart tear when names mentioned All forgotten Where once I was near walking And dreams are The oil that slicks the road The ribbit inside the toad The unmentionable code A crazy pattern not sewn Sick tired suffering nodes Realizing that no one ever really knows There the faces float Each eye a time long past And though moments pass fast With struggle the warmth wanes Bringing a pain that dances profane Pain doth not mean an untimely death For these faces do not bring life's theft Start anew from a new bookshelf Touch a heart that has not yet been felt
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Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 2:39 AM UTC
Untouched Heart
Pasts of myself Reflecting off the bookshelf A naked truth of original sin That every time I look I can't help but laugh In time there was a truth And in present there is only this A hope to see you again A breathe where there is no Exhale or inhale Only the breathe you were made To believe was real Sitting atop my bookshelf Sits the faces I cannot recognize In dreams they come back to me So I know I will never be free Each birthday the shadow of celebration Makes my heart tear when names mentioned All forgotten Where once I was near walking And dreams are The oil that slicks the road The ribbit inside the toad The unmentionable code A crazy pattern not sewn Sick tired suffering nodes Realizing that no one ever really knows There the faces float Each eye a time long past And though moments pass fast With struggle the warmth wanes Bringing a pain that dances profane Pain doth not mean an untimely death For these faces do not bring life's theft Start anew from a new bookshelf Touch a heart that has not yet been felt
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ashby-brown
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 2:39 AM UTC
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