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It's funny how those who act stable can be the most mental.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Ties, Lies, and unwanted eyes.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Time,
Lies,
And unwanted Lies.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dark lies often have a darker truth.
In the End, It will all fit together.
The room is dark.
Twisted, cold
and loud,
but then I realise...

I'm just in my head.
Time spent.
Time wasted.
Everyone has a choice, no matter what  seems.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Nights flies, and old story lies.
In the End, It will all fit together.

I may not be able to post as much this week due to some problems my friend is having.
Dark halls
and darker doors.
Tired Minds,
Tired Eyes,
And tired lies.
The noise in the silence is always so loud.
Most people see the world in white and black,
I see it in gray.
Stress,
Tests,
And all the rest.
Quite rooms with loud voices.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dark nights and darker minds.
Flashes, Nightmares; Pain, Lies, Regret, Anger, Guilt, Death, Blood, Guts, and my sanity spent.
Where is light?
In a world created out of darkness?
I once was, a man lost out at sea, But now and again I think to my self; This is not the end, This is not the end at all.
I don't know if this is from a song but I've had these lines stuck in my head for the past few days. Posting this while I have Internet.

In the End, It will all fit together.
In the mind of a builder,
Everything must fit together.
Everything.



In the end, it will all fit together.
In the mind of a builder, it's both a blessing and a curse...
If you want it done right, you should just do it yourself.
Evil isn't born,
It's created.
In the end, It will all fit together.
Dark eyes,
Dark mind,
And darker thoughts.
Pain, blame, the laughing game.
Life,
Lies,
And unseeing eyes.
In the end, It will all fit together.
Noise, pain, voices, darkness.
I think I'm back, I'm not sure yet so my poetry posting might be a bit spotty for the next few days.
Even the simplest of art can give away someone's true thoughts.
In the End, It will all fit together.

"Learn about art, Captain. Once you understand a species art, You understand that species."
Fake, Flashes.
Brain, Broken.
Lucid Nightmares.
Darkness,
Light,
Mental,
Mentality.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Wasted Time,
Unseen Lies,
And unwanted idiots....
A poem about the idiots known as students at my school.
Time.
Lifes.
Lies.
and cut ties.
In the end, It will all fit together.
Dark ties often lead to darker dead ends.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dark rooms
with blacked-out windows.
Time, Lies
And "broken" eyes.
Sanity, spent.
Time, lost.
Mind, mental.
Blade, on wrist.
Blood, pours.
Life, lost.
Now read it back all the words backwards. This is my first time trying a poem like this so it's not my best.

Backwards-
(Lost, life.
Pours, blood.
Wrist on, blade.
Mental, mind.
Lost, time.
Spent, sanity.)
Sounds, Voices.
Shadows, Monsters.
Flashes, Lucid Nightmares.

Life, Hell.
Eyes trick,
mind listens,
voices heard,
sanity lost.
Dark nights,
Dark minds,
And Dark sights.
Times,
Rhymes,
And short poetry.
Dark lies with darker ties.
"It's funny, How things always come full circle"... This was the single line I had wrote for a poem that didn't have a title and never posted and is still a draft to this day. I had forgotten ever writing it, Yet it is very true. Many believe that surviving your lowest point, Rock bottom, Means things can only become easier. That is never the case, You merely learn how to live with it, The memories, The mistakes. I know that I haven't posted here in a long time, And that mostly is because I've been on writers block, And running. Running from myself, The past, The memories, And mistakes because I don't know how to face them. To face myself. While yes, I could turn this into some poem with lots of imagery, Metaphors, Xcetera, Like how I have had them in the past, It would only be me running. Distractions. Distractions from the main point of the poem. In another poem talking about a glass of water, I mentioned that you sometimes have to look at the whole picture to notice the tiny details, I wrote this because if you focus too much on the tiny details. You will always be blinded to the whole painting. I got into writing poetry due to a quote that I once read in a book; "Learn about art, Captain. Once you understand a species art, You understand that species". This is a Star Wars quote for those of you that don't know. The reason why this got me into writing poetry is because I've always considered poetry a art and I was hoping that I could finally understand myself is it. Only, That isn't the case it seems. I will continue writing "poems" here and there if you can even call what I post here poems, But will most likely stay quite like I have been, Until I am almost completely forgotten once again. I guess in the end, I was correct though, Things do always come full circle, Don't they?

I guess in the end, It will all fit together.
In the end, It will all fit together.
I hear so many voices, I can't tell 
which are real,
Or just in my
head.
T hE y aRe sO LouD,
wHy wON't th E y ju St S h u t u p ?





iN th e E N D, i T wi ll al l Fi t to geth er.
For those who can't read the poem, here it is.

They are so loud,
Why won't they just shut up?

In the end, It will all fit together.
Waking up, Wondering what the day will bring.
Waking up, Wondering what others will think.
                      Wondering what my mind will think.

Losing it, Losing all sense of reality.
Memories fade, The pain is still buried deep.
Coming apart, The mask has been re-released.
Thoughts still haunt my lack of sleep.

Waking up, Wondering what is reality.
Waking up, Wondering what I did to deserve this blithe.
Waking up, Waking to a reality with her.
In the end, It will all fit together.
War
War
War, the war to end all wars they said, only they told lies,
For pain, conquest and wealth is what they devise.
~
War, the war to bring freedom they said, yet, the only ones free,
are the ones that lost their lives.
~
War, the war to bring a great leader to guide us all, but only
they control the leader, and they control them all.
This is just a little poem I thought I would throw on here, I have do have a much deeper meaning for it, good job if you can find it.

Also I might not be able to post tomorrow (3/23/18) but I will try to, I'm lucky I was even able to post one today.
Has anyone else been fighting a war they keep losing?
Fighting and fighting, with little difference?
Change of tactics, change of mind, change of though.  
That changes the mind to a unknown prison you can't escape?
That in the end, causes a change of person that you don't recognise when you look on the mirror and repeatedly asked; "What am I?" to no avale?
Or am I just a forgotten soldier, sent to die, in this war?
This, like every single one of my poems, has a deeper meaning, and like the rest, It connects to the rest. As always, Don't forget to tell me what you think in the comments below. In the end, It will all fit together.
The strong fight with the weapon of mass destruction.
The smart fight with the weapon of numbers.
The wise fight with the weapon of knowledge.

Which one are you?
Tell me which one you are in the comments below. And as always, Don't forget to tell me what you think!
When all the doors have closed,
Look for a window.

In the end, It all fits together
I thought I would do a poem on the saying; "When one door closes, another one opens". As always, Don't forget to tell me what you think.
Some write about broken wings...

I never had wings to fly.
In the End, It will fit all together.
The thing we poets have all been at before.
The thing that takes our creativity and throws It out the window.
The thing that disables us from saying what we truly mean.
Yet we always find a way.
I’ve been on writer’s block lately, so I got the idea to write a poem about
writer’s block, we all have been there before so I figured it would be a easy poem
to connect to, And as always, Don’t forget to tell me what you think!

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