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It's been twenty long years
Puppet to entertain
Stepping back from it now
I'm in awe; Can't explain
Like that saying is said
Definition: insane
To repeat the same actions
Expect not the same
Final outcome, results
Thinking somehow they'll change
Foolishly I'd go back
And would replay our game
Said each time it's the last
I'm done feeling this pain
Once the moment has passed
My conviction will fade

I am stuck in the past
History here to stay
If unknown will relapse
Help me tie off a vein
It all happens so fast
Find myself in a grave
As I'm dying, you laugh
Your messed up and depraved
But the buck I can't pass
I'm the one who's to blame
'Cause the actions I act
Full control I contain
Simply get what is asked
Have no right to complain
Can no longer react
Must take hold of the reigns

If I can't make a path
Set the forest ablaze
Leaving nothing but ash
Flatten over and pave
Stop this ride or I'll crash
Can no longer sustain
My permission not asked
But that all ends today
A court jester for laughs
No more; I will not play
Jump to first; Had been last
Discontinued the race
Hoisted sail on the mast
Moving forward with faith
Don't let door hit your ***
Time you be on your way
Written: June 21, 2019

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[Anapestic Tetrameter format]
beenseen May 2019
There is a duality in this existence
there is a part we play no role in
There are spaces we could and would never fit into.

But we are here
& there is no going back
There is only this time that stands now
& possibly the day after that.

Still, there is an aching radiant lining in all of us, the moment of.

Let's be here unwavered & unafraid,
carving heirlooms for ghosts
for a future, we will never exist in.

Tumbling like sand cathedrals
We will float together
maybe.
the acceptance of death & the cycle
alexis hill Feb 2016
it begins like this:

I didn't realize fall was ending
that global warming brings various change
so when it became cold
my bones reflected the weather reports
till they became disjointed//dismembered
with all the other broken
parts// tumbling along with it.

and now my injuries are representing all four seasons and everyone has got their way, got their reasons...
so I ask the universe this- if the earth will just have a little mercy on me...

please..
Brittany C Apr 2014
Is it weird, that I sit here, thinking about the now?
Thoughts are cleared, and I might fear, that I'm lost somehow?
In this moment, I feel alive, and it's rather freeing.
But I'm broken, and I'm deprived, how am I so late to seeing?
Fear sets in, mind starts to race, and my heart beats faster.
I begin, "I don't like this place," but I stop with no answer.
I write, to escape.

— The End —