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Before the sun peaks through the sky
Lighting all the things I wish to hide
Before the early birds rise
There is a tranquility
The silence is eerie
Calmness settles over me
I find peace and acceptance
Within my incongruity

The uproar in my mind
Is temporary replaced with feelings so sublime
I feel my body glide
Levitate to meet the sunrise
I have no need for explanations
or external reassurance
When kindness lies within my own eyes

Walking down the dirt roads of this ghost town
I think of the rarity of this complacency
My eyes are no longer crusted shut
I feel no need to reflect or recollect
I merely observe the beauty
Enjoy the present unfold before me
And wish for the apocalypse to come
To make this absence of human activity a permanent reality

I cherish the foiling of connectedness and singularity
Alone but always together
The wildlife waking in the cheatgrass
soothes me into serenity
reassuring me that the sounds of consciousness
will not affect this new-found levity
I come to accept the ticking of time
And I radiate optimism and readiness for the day

I wait for the bus with patience in place of anticipation
I love driving through town
relying on others to get around
As long as I am not the one in control
I am comfortable being lost and directionless
I enjoy the distraction of the passing landscape
It seems too immense to be
a manifestation of my imagination
The way it removes me from my sad body
Into something much more than me
The beauty of the world is limitless
It envelopes me
Sending me to equivocal destinations

I feel this weightlessness become a headache
And soon I come back into my body
And into the thoughts and obligations I try to avoid
Fearing that this moment of happiness
Is slipping from my reality
I try to find some peace of mind
but I have no motivation to fight for an illusion
I return to my old darkness
Avoiding the light and the images it shows

With no basis for its existence
I begin to see all displays of optimism
as noxious naivety
promising but never quite what it seems
when it comes to me
It's always superfical and fleeting
Like the affection of my mistress
It is devoid of any true meaning
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
I would like to invite you in to my brain...soft tissue....I dont believe a word that you are saying...Trust issues...That corner over there I store my pain...joy fizzles...and the half with blood stains..*** pistols...I would love to tell you that I'm sain...mental issues...Nobody really enjoys their stay...so I'll miss you...# mybrain2007
Wont you take a trip in my mind...Ice cold..The marvelous things you will find...starting to fold...Just when I though it was fine...love was sold....Out of the trees craved of pine...burried my soul...Without she who gave me time...No one to hold...bending my spin... laid in the bed alone, hittin the road...Emptiness Is what you will find...Swallowed me whole...#mymind2008
I want you to watch a film on my heart...Dead Rising...As This beast called love rips it apart...Non remaining....No warning, No signs, just a start...slow racing...they call death like this an art...Dorian's painting...I just couldn't look at my heart...blind filming...As heart beats fell off the chart...your dying...No added sugar taste ****...bad mixing...Its hard to tape together a heart...retaping..... #myheart2009
Looking at me what can you see...a man...laughs at a boy probably...still using his hand...Cuz it hard for the superfical to believe...That love is the plan...Outside viewing of me...Catching a tan...Thats about all you fit your baskets shallow B...finding sand...Cuz that aint nothing solid G...As it falls right through your hands... Buliding on stability.. searching for land... In this shot economy...****** people joining bands... #mylife2010
Something Simple  Oct 2014
Guise
Something Simple Oct 2014
I chose this
Made this mask I wear
Blank faced china is all that will apear
No emotions, happy, angery, nothing shows
Not because it was forced on me
But so I learn and see without you noticing
No features so you must know me
My actions not superfical traits
Are what must be judged now
Jay earnest  Aug 2020
Zzzzzz
Jay earnest Aug 2020
it's well lit here on a superfical level
But it's dark inside

I can't see whats in front of me
Or what's lurking in the shadows

Pretend to be asleep
The mourning is almost here

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