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We Are Stories Apr 2015
If you're out there show your face!
How much longer will you hide from me!
If you're real can't you just show me?
Forgive me, it takes my eyes to believe...

If I had the guts I'd place a bullet through my head,
Because my purpose is to work until the day that I'm-
Dead
- And I never wanted to die.

Where are you, poets!
Where are you, great thinkers of our age!
The ground is the home to your bones,
And I think I'll be joining you soon!
Save room for me in the grass,
Don't spread your dust too wide
For me to find a place for mine.

-What reason is there to be
When I will be no more-
Will Rogers III Mar 2015
Frustrated and hopeful
Angry and happy
Impatient and patient
Dead and alive
Hopeless and trusting
Terrified and overwhelmed in His love
Depressed and joyful
Tense tense tense tense.......!

I will call upon your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise
My soul will rest in your embrace

I am yours and you are mine,
But I have become suicidal over time
[composed February 3, 2014]
- Feb 2015
A new found heart filled with smoke
And we have you on the shoulders
By the Apocalypse
Brutal service of the wounded

Crying lions
Marching funerals
Will turn the lights
Upon the Seer

Till all dies
When good and bad separate
With screaming blindness
And dead souls
- Jan 2015
This beauty that I’m faking
Only takes away the hope I’m lacking

I can only find it hard to say
From the words they say
Please, let me in

But we chose the life we’re breaking
Plus the friends that have been making
How can we live like this?

And I will cry all I want to,
I don’t care
How much you invest yourself in this belief
It’s not working out for me
- Jan 2015
And through pale faces                    
Our dark ghosts                                
Can’t mix with beautiful graces        
And they poison the hosts              

And just to smile
Can show the pain
That all the vain
Decided it wasn't worth their while

And when black strings
Climb to your neck
Your despair spreads like wings
And you turn into this wreck

— The End —