In this hell we call earth, Eden is beyond grasp, manna is droughty, evident we in the tic toc furnace...the secret to hint of happiness is to make piece with your demons and be find comfort despite the heat

Look what I have turned into, I've been taught to make the right decisions but never have I been given the choices yet blammed for every figured move I take, the damage is beyond my pain threshold, nonetheless I grin just to smile and say am okay to the sarcastic phrase “how are you”
Am a student, I walk 2.5 km everymorning to work my cleaning part time job and then walk back timely to catch the campus shuttle and fill my brains with toxic words. Go home later and wait for repeat, that for me is enough to know that this is hell
Lyn-Purcell May 21
Listen to the chorus of the weeping angels.
Listen to the songs that dares to ride the wind.
Just a small poem from my journal based on a lucid dream I had.
Hot chocolate no longer tastes like chocolate

Tea gets me as drunk as wine

I get about as high on cigarettes as I would rosmerry or thyme

The clocks in my house have stopped ticking

Though I never stop to check

There's a litter of stray kittens, outside my door, on the front step

Although time has stopped passing
And the gods have fallen asleep

I still find myself laughing
That I've wept to much to weep
I can feel the beating of the heartache drum, it's these rare moments that my thoughts are driven by the beat within, my emotions crossing the fine lines once again, time stands still as I weep seeing the greatness of the old days, when I called you love.
Peter Balkus May 3
It's 3 a.m.
and I can't sleep.
At night much louder
willows weep.

When I lay down and close my eyes tonight
Let me drift peacefully off to sleep

And never allow my eyes to open once more
For if so they shan't ever need to weep

Written: April 28, 2018

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Braxton Reid Apr 27
I weep for all the lives I won't live,
For all the loves I never had,
For the times I looked in your face and breath was put into my lungs,
For songs I never wrote,
For people that I promised to see soon,
For my childhood,
For the times I missed work,
For the times I didn't do my homework,
For the times I chose nothing over living,
For the seasons of depression.

Why does it feel like somethings missing?
Never be alone
Even when you go
Vengeance in my heart
Everything I once knew
Ripped from my soul
But I am not alone
Even as you slip away
And here I remain
Lost in a world of grey
On my own, but not forlorn
Never shall I weep for you
Every moment, forever mine
When tears dry up
and you forget to cry
That's where
the sadness begins.

- Weep, my child
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