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I planned it all out
    Carefully manipulated
       Every tiny detail
           As if I thought
               For those few seconds
                   That I could script life
                        I was going to tell you
                           I had it all figured out
                             But when life happens It never happens the way you wish.
    Your laughter seemed off
        Your smiles struggled
            As if you were clinging
                To a past happiness
                     Or trying for us or you
                         To act like everything
                               Was fine
And so I knew that my seemingly
   Unimportant piece of news
       Would knock you from
            Your carefully placed
                Pedestals, and that I could
                    Not bear to see
                        So since I couldn't
                           Find the courage.
                               To tell you in person
                                   I wrote it in a poem
I had a relapse, it was only two days
But I felt so hollow, so empty
And everything seemed to hit me
Like a train that had been delayed
I realized how far apart we really are
We said that it wouldn't change us
But I know that isn't true
We will always be friends but things are different now. And just the other day. In the hall I met his eyes and all I wanted to do was turn to you and cry
But then I realized I have gone so far, that no longer can I turn to you and hug you, unless it's from afar. So I had a two day relapse, it's run its corse and gone, and even though it's over now, if you know what I mean, the long sleeves are on.
All I can say is I'm sorry, I'm sorry I did it, I'm sorry if I hurt you by telling you, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you. But please don't be sorry back.
 Jan 2015 SomeoneI'dLikeToBe
Pdub
Life is not a blur
It's a whirl
You know you're spinning
But there's no stopping it
The whir of the vortex
Is my White Noise
That only I can hear
And only I understand.
just take a moment and think about this
what if all that icy rock didn't miss
and gave our planet a passionate kiss
like a disgruntled lover out of the abyss

what if today, our planet earth did not avoid
the two-thousand and four  b l eighty-six asteroid
could you imagine if we were all destroyed
leaving our spot in the galaxy now devoid

what if today was earth's final dance
and all of known life just ended by chance
mother earth's battered in another romance
does the universe even know of our significance
no

January 26, 2015

fifty-two
Today, I pick up my pen to write my feelings again.
I swear they've changed, but here we are, same feeling different day.
With this art, I leave my body and into my mind we depart.

Here, I become the one and lonely soldier.
Where I am on the brink of something.
A barricading boulder blocking what I need.
So I trot off into belief on my trusty steed.

This is where I am who I want.
All obstacles are merely an antagonizing taunt,
That vanish at my will.
But will I take this mentality back with me?
I swear I could and I would want the world to see..
That I can be anything I want to be~

And I believe that I will, but is that really the key?
Or will I end up where I am, day dreaming beneath the birch tree?

"So ******! What is it that I need?",
I say as I slap my hand to me knee.
What IS stopping me?
From getting from here to the end of the horizon that I see?
Could it be? A simple left and right of my feet?

I stumble upward, gather my balance.
Whistle for my friend, the stallion.
No sign of him..
I look below the rocks and around the bend..
I remember that I've felt this before
And it's silent again..

Today, I pick up my pen to write my feelings again.
WAIT! There must be something different today.
The trees are blooming and the skies are no longer grey!
The birds are singing and children are at play!
Something is indeed different today.
Is it that my disbelief has been cast astray?
Or was it that I jumped out of bed and did something good with no delay?

Either way...

I've noticed what it takes!!
I BELIEVE this is going to be a good day!
for you
What if feelings were really all just science?
That everything we feel is actually genetic
That would mean
Every awful feeling was meant to be
All that we do, all that we see
We were meant to be
Exactly where we are
That would mean our mistakes
Aren't mistakes at all
We were made to be exactly
What we are
Happy, scared, stressed, and sad
Genetics would make it seem less bad
What if science was really all we had?
All the heartache and pain
All the decisions that we've made
Everything we are would make sense
But this is merely a myth
Hypophrenia-  A feeling of sadnes seemingly without a cause
also I'm reposting this with a new title that seems more fitting
life can be a theme park
not tall enough to ride this ride
merry go round dreams part
where ferris wheel hearts died

when all of the screams start
there is nowhere to hide
roller coaster dreams part
where bumper car hearts died
Maybe I’ve lost my voice because I’ve been screaming for help for years.
Now its the big day and I can barely spill a word
-foolish child, cant you be independent?
well heres what you deserve.

I'm standing in front of a crowd of people
I've tried endlessly to rely on,
and now I'm going to show them how I've failed.
If your heart devoid of dogmas rests upon your will alone
yours is life it stands to reason yet you're more than bones
if your soul holds all the answers seek no master let them go
yours is love and human longing so spirit you shall know
if your mind is set on helping it matters not what you believe
yours are hands with aim behind them allow them to achieve
and if your body holds the wisdom do not see yourself as vexed
yours is sleep in need of dreaming, dream this world before the next
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