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We Are Stories Dec 2015
I remember the days when I knew
Or I thought I did everything I could do
To make this something that involved me and you
But my worst thoughts were the ones that got through
And broken glass has been all that lies in my center view.
I remember when
I was a kid and nobody ever questioned a single thing that I did
Now I'm the only kid
That stares hard at my hands and ***** the joy out of the life I live.
I was a care free heart devoted to the only Son
That shines bright, the only holy one,
But that was some time ago.
Nowadays I am captured by my fear, and driven by making time slow.
Oh God,
You can take the decisions I've made, all the days all the nights,
If it means that I have my heart back and can once more see the light,
Because I'm tired of being so lost in my own past
And all the things I wish I had.
I spend all my days just wishing
That I had a day where I'd stop giving away all I've given,
But I don't care if life is something that keeps me driven,
As long as I can remember that you're alive, you're risen.
Tell my friends I love them
And embrace them harder than I would've,
Keep my heart close to yours,
And help me find my way back to you
And to those sunsets I fell in love with in Africa,
Like the moon.
Like the dust blowing in the distant breeze.
Like the rain pattering down and flowing out in my streets.
Let me fall in love with you all over again,
Because those were my most joyful moments.
We Are Stories Dec 2015
E.S
After all the years, you'd think I'd forget,
But my nightmares keep coming back, they won't relent.
I still remember all my worst memories
And sad as it is they will still be apart of me,
Because late in the night
When lay down to sleep
I can't stop my mind
From thinking of what life would be
If everything stayed the way I wanted it
And left me alive
But the worst part of life is that
Even when you grow old die
That you can never go back.

What I would give for second chances,
What I would give to get my moments again.
I'd tell my family that I'd miss them when we're no more.
I guess I just wish we had more time than before...












I still can hear the thoughts playing on my cassette tapes,
They're all broken records, all stuck on replay,
I thought I escaped,
I thought I escaped,
I thought I escaped!
But my heart is a hard thing to replace!
So I sit here still dreaming
Of what a family still is!
But my investigations show that it doesn't exist...













-I wear a lot of faces, I wear a lot of things,
But the one that I forget belongs to me!
These pencils don't do justice to the thoughts in my seas!
Styles May 2015
Ego
I’m a premonition, I don’t need permission. I’m all the things your thoughts been missing. Doubt will put you in a **** up position. Some of you can’t tell the difference, and that's the difference.  You don’t want to be lied to you, but you don’t listen. It’s like you don't want to be saved, at least be on the same page with your issues. But you want to stay for good, so whats really good? That’s coming from somebody who knows really good. Saying it good, when it ain’t so really good. Since I know the tides of life, I just know it will be good. The ups and downs, even out the clouds. Time repeats itself on either hand, that’s just how the story goes. His story, my story  at least that’s what history shows. The difference is I ain’t him, different story and the credits show. Don’t judge a book by its cover, if all the chapters haven’t been told. From different circumstance, we change or stance, perception is half the show. ******* gets its value, by how well its sold. So be careful what you listen to you; they say never say never - but you never know. Believe in yourself, cause we all reap what we sow. I am what you need to stay alive, like the air you breathe; I am ego.

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