#savant - Hello Poetry

~••~••~••~ You Attack my every thought You're Another voice in my head that taunts You'll Label me an idiot savant Not a debutant to this type of rot ~••~••~••~ I Have nothing you would want I've Suffered through a ghoulish plot I'll Do things that you should not Feel fear haunt every thought ~••~••~••~ ©2023

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Dec 6, 2023

Dec 6, 2023 at 3:34 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ You and I ~•§•~

~••~••~••~ You Attack my every thought You're Another voice in my head that taunts You'll Label me an idiot savant Not a debutant to this type of rot ~••~••~••~ I Have nothing you would want I've Suffered through a ghoulish plot I'll Do things that you should not Feel fear haunt every thought ~••~••~••~ ©2023

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You keep crossing lines that I divide The surface reeks of emotional drought The constants are bleeding through the needling The mind snaps as the lights go out *********** only numbs the stings Doubt festering on darkened lines Taken for granted on the fraying strings When all the demons have come alive So sparse were the days, self-inflicted Where my lines could do no wrong Greater were the internal razing of thoughts Self induced, it never felt so raw Sordid reality and reaper of flesh All here is temporary, the pain is reset Sparse were the days, they compact, compress Where the eyes could only see the wrong In mismanagement, the intent is pushing through Dissecting the body of fate that held us rusted Give more to take as we break all that we knew As our feet stampede unknown paths we trusted In the face of the one who never tries I cut myself for the sloth that you harbor And as I lie here in truth dripping from my eyes While you watch on, desensitized to the horror So sparse are the days, self-praising Where my mind could do no wrong Greater now the internal razing of thoughts Self infliction, it wouldn't feel so wrong Replace boundaries, scar the flesh It's all temporary, the relief is rest Sparse are the days, they reverb, contract Where the eyes could see no wrong I Am Still A Lost Mind Looking Through The Wrong Eyes To Undo The Past Times I Went Through Thousand Smiles All That Hide The Same Lies The Same Lies The Same Lies

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Apr 24, 2022

Apr 24, 2022 at 1:46 AM UTC

neal-emanuelson

A Desperate Escape (Relapse)

You keep crossing lines that I divide The surface reeks of emotional drought The constants are bleeding through the needling The mind snaps as the lights go out *********** only numbs the stings Doubt festering on darkened lines Taken for granted on the fraying strings When all the demons have come alive So sparse were the days, self-inflicted Where my lines could do no wrong Greater were the internal razing of thoughts Self induced, it never felt so raw Sordid reality and reaper of flesh All here is temporary, the pain is reset Sparse were the days, they compact, compress Where the eyes could only see the wrong In mismanagement, the intent is pushing through Dissecting the body of fate that held us rusted Give more to take as we break all that we knew As our feet stampede unknown paths we trusted In the face of the one who never tries I cut myself for the sloth that you harbor And as I lie here in truth dripping from my eyes While you watch on, desensitized to the horror So sparse are the days, self-praising Where my mind could do no wrong Greater now the internal razing of thoughts Self infliction, it wouldn't feel so wrong Replace boundaries, scar the flesh It's all temporary, the relief is rest Sparse are the days, they reverb, contract Where the eyes could see no wrong I Am Still A Lost Mind Looking Through The Wrong Eyes To Undo The Past Times I Went Through Thousand Smiles All That Hide The Same Lies The Same Lies The Same Lies

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Come home now Dear lost savants You can't save them all It's not what they want Weaving webs of sticky persuasion Venomous insinuations Looking through the dark Of what love really means The distance between us Mere words upon a wing Come back It's a birds eye view You've been lost And their waiting for you Dear lost savants Please return The world out there Will always burn!

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Jul 24, 2020

Jul 24, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC

TravelerTim

Lost Savant

Come home now Dear lost savants You can't save them all It's not what they want Weaving webs of sticky persuasion Venomous insinuations Looking through the dark Of what love really means The distance between us Mere words upon a wing Come back It's a birds eye view You've been lost And their waiting for you Dear lost savants Please return The world out there Will always burn!

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