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*Ignore the mind Too difficult               To confide Too much         Story telling Misguided intention   An age old conviction    Too ill intended           Pitiful thoughts   Plentiful lost Death toll enthralled Each skill was killed No depth             Nor sound No gold              All sold   Now   They're teasing me   I've lost space                     Came in last place          Everything stolen I'm feeling squeezed I'm losing it         Mistook it for empathy  It kept misusing me            The sweetest of symphonies        The smell of fresh failure        Everything freshly faked   What a Life                    A piece of cake        Nothing decisive        Existence is strife Collecting undeserving data Nihility is unadulteration      The purest form of freedom No water for family trees        No soil for plants or seeds Too much abused energy           To be is transient Evoking unfulfillment Provokingly altering All reality conflicting A deep sea of dreams   Why be?             When being     Always falls ... ... ... Short       ... ... ... A poem for me? Why me?  I'm not one to be*
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
Not One To Be (A poem for me)
*Ignore the mind Too difficult               To confide Too much         Story telling Misguided intention   An age old conviction    Too ill intended           Pitiful thoughts   Plentiful lost Death toll enthralled Each skill was killed No depth             Nor sound No gold              All sold   Now   They're teasing me   I've lost space                     Came in last place          Everything stolen I'm feeling squeezed I'm losing it         Mistook it for empathy  It kept misusing me            The sweetest of symphonies        The smell of fresh failure        Everything freshly faked   What a Life                    A piece of cake        Nothing decisive        Existence is strife Collecting undeserving data Nihility is unadulteration      The purest form of freedom No water for family trees        No soil for plants or seeds Too much abused energy           To be is transient Evoking unfulfillment Provokingly altering All reality conflicting A deep sea of dreams   Why be?             When being     Always falls ... ... ... Short       ... ... ... A poem for me? Why me?  I'm not one to be*
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
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