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 Apr 2018 Phillip Walter
MJS
A product of my depression an infatuation of my mind.. I search for answers in your eyes of yet I am to find,
My highs and lows go to and thro bouncing from one to the other,
A constant war of emotion, a battle field yet to unfold,
I stare at you, our eyes locked I never feel consoled.

A product of my depression an infatuation of my mind.. I search for answers in your eyes of yet I am to find.,
I like to feel elation not violation this crazy state of mind,
From one fleeting thought to another retreating back to hide,
This oppression of happiness beating me from inside.
 Apr 2018 Phillip Walter
MJS
I'm cracking up,
you're sinking down,
lying in bed awake,
can you not hear me cry,
you want me to save you,
but, I can't even save myself.
 Apr 2018 Phillip Walter
MJS
Hello my woozy friend
I have missed you
welcome back
fog my brain and make me feel heavy
you know I am ready
take my pain and blot it out
but don’t you dare shout
this is our secret, just me myself and I.
act like god,
think like girl,
never awed.
look like pearl,
feel like fraud.
heart with a hole,
a lonely god.
expression through poetry is artistically beating around the bush, most of the time.
to make friends with the fiends in my head,
or to have dreams of black bloodshed instead?
bad
I see a dull rainbow,
in the bright black sky.
I see your dying face,
with my crying mind's eye.
i'm a ball of madness
i'm a sad mess
i'm tactless
i'm hapless
i'm plastic
our goldfish memories
are broken
shattered dreams

of a cabin
in the woods

we scavenged
all we could
-
your mirrored reveries
of gold plates
and sweetened tea

in a palace
in the woods

you shattered
what you could
goodbye
woke up ill,
almost hope it's terminal.
that's probably a sign.
find the bathroom door,
rummage through the messy medicine drawer,
there's four blue, but only one white pill more,
no luck this time, i need a refill.
i'll head to the store.
the walk's uphill.
typical.
i want to die
i love the universe-
but she makes my conscience hurt.
she turns me around,
and she pins me down.
it makes me feel like dirt.

i try not to love her,
but she whispers such sweet words.
and when she starts to flirt,
i start to convert,
and it makes it so much worse.

i hate the universe-
she's someone that i don't deserve.
she starts to get manic,
and i turn panic,
and every word starts to sound rehearsed.

she is my universe-
and every time that we converse,
my thoughts turn perverse,
her mind inverts,
and my fragile heart starts to burst.
e.b. white was pretty alright, but he had his priorities too straight.
(this poem is not about a current relationship)
(this is a song, sounds kinda weird when said like a poem)
(sorry)
buy yourself a new lie,
you know it's cheap.
bring me to the graveyard
please, don't forget to weep.
then take my heart.
it's yours to keep.
skɪtsəʊ
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