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*(M­arolle)

I swim in verdancy on my back; let the greyness wash my face
Atop the top of the toppest valley

Only half of me is here; I am only half here
Inhale, Exhale

I Take in the masterpiece above me; branches intertwining
People could learn from the trees

On my left I have Nothing; Nothing sticks around
Until he grew restless and took the path on my right

As my lids fall in tire; the Earth embraces me in sweet arms
Lying in my bed of worries

The wind so tender, so dear, kneels down to meet my cheek
And the leaves mutter in joy

When Nothing goes right; I find solace in trees
Let myself drown in the shade of natural love.

And patiently I wait for the sun to wake up
to illuminate the masterpiece

What a blessing it is
to find the right words
to describe you
because for far too often
I find you
hanging at the corner of my lips
and settling on my numb fingertips
unable to be released
into the realm of art.

once
we were young
at this
machine. . .
drinking
smoking
typing
it was a most
splendid
miraculous
time
still
is
only now
instead of
moving toward
time
it
moves toward
us
makes each word
drill
into the
paper
clear
fast
hard
feeding a
closing
space.

Its been a long time now,
Since I last had a real smile.
Why cant anything in this entire world,
Make me happy for a while.

How long do I have to be fake?
Till someone sees my innermost.
Even if he sees will he be able,
To drive me out of this dark coast.

I’ve been defeated in love,
Time and again without another fail,
It happens because I’m not worthy for love,
Maybe I’m like trash that is stale.

Why does my world seem,
Entangled just like my messy hair.
All the troubles that creeps towards me,
No one seems to care.

I don’t know what I’m destined for,
Maybe to someday die.
Then why am I living without an aim,
I demand an answer why.

When I look at myself in the mirror,
I hate the person I see.
I can’t blame anyone for it,
I entirely blame only me.

To this mean world,
I remain a huge laughing stock.
My living to the world
Is nothing more then a rock.

The only way to seek an escape
And end my tragedy now,
Is to end my dreaded living,
And **** myself somehow!