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1.3k · Mar 2015
Confused Anger
Sarcyn Mar 2015
Can I just be happy?
Or will you all worry?
I want to change the world…
But can I even change myself?

Every word I say I have to think.
Sometimes it's enouigh to turn me to drink.
I get so lonely, yet I have friends,
They're not enough, I want Elton's love.

Whenever I stay up; alarm bells ring.
To sleep calm maybe I should sing…
Relaxing, ironically can't be forced.
So how do you cope? Please let on.

Great minds out there pass on.
And we are left to mock the dead.
Thoughts chase themselves around my head
When I want to shoo the demons out.
I'm pretty sure this was written during a rather tough time in my life... one of a few periods that were marked by the odd dichotomy of me being rather troubled and also exceptionally poetically productive. Interesting times indeed.
442 · Mar 2015
All Things but You...
Sarcyn Mar 2015
The cool breeze whispers your name
It draws your spirit to mine though the miles are many
As with all the steps in our relationship, nature takes over
Gazing at the hills I picture your incredible face, and my heart is still even as my ***** burn.

All other sounds are forgotten as I focus on you, bringing
Your image and spirit to the forefront of my mind.
I long for your touch and my chest contracts while
I consider our first meeting.

So much I want to say,
So much I yearn to do.
And yet in this perfect moment:
All things are forgotten.
All things but you.
Written several years ago (wow, is 2009 really 6 years now?!) about someone who was very special to me at the time but has since faded into the cruel winds of the past, and obscurity.

— The End —