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Unnamed Apr 2014
The days come and go, and the rain follows suit
our empty minds drift on repeat
the oceans waves embrace our ankles,
but our souls are left with no affection

My daughter your life is more important that the air I breathe
your sleep will keep you warm when I am gone
the ocean waves will remind you,
of the land of tears we left behind.
Unnamed Apr 2014
It is just a small place.
A little corner of a full house.
It is easily over looked.
All the world is a distraction around it.
A few words is all it takes.
And now that corner is bigger than ever.

In this little corner is abuse.
In this little corner is evil.
In this little corner is regret.
In this little corner is death.
In this little corner is fear.
Unnamed Mar 2014
I spent my life going your way.
I wasted my time following your lead.
I trusted you judgement and you let me die,
alone, heartless and cold.

When you came to my apartment I loved you.
You pointed me downwards and never picked me up.
You showed me an endless love,
which had an end.

We had our own adventure defying gravity.
Learning to dance the bad way.
We beat down the good to embrace each other,
so we can live in our evil.

Now I understand what you put me through.
You brought me to rock bottom.
You left me to die alone,
heartless and cold.

Home is for the leveled.
Death is for the pure.
The hardheartedness of you,
leaves me unsure.

I will continue to live without you.
I will leave your awful leach.
Today I will become anew,
all because you can't defy yourself.
Unnamed Mar 2014
When away from you my life is simple and easy.
Avoiding you is a single obvious thought.
But when you are near you are hard to avoid.
Your smile, so quaint, but yet it reminds me of pain.
Your face is so beautiful, yet is kills me inside.
I refuse you in every aspect of my life.
But your physical beauty blinds me and leaves me alone.
I fear you seductress, for your powers pull strings deep in,
My heart.
Unnamed Mar 2014
Metaphor introduction of lies and truths.
The theory of the thief, a blazing art.
Stolen from reality, brought back by redemption.
Do we really understand?

Love brought us back.
As the world burns, the hope rises through the ashes.
Though peace and war are empty.
The sighs of the Wind are filling.
Unnamed Mar 2014
With trees among the bodies of dead.
Empty,
             Gone,
                        Trying.
With no hope the grass weeps for her voice.
Late,
         Never,
                      True.
The worlds miss your artwork.
Beauty,
             Honor,
                          Talent.
But for time and tears will never coax her back.
Unnamed Feb 2014
Fly friend fly.
Fly away to heavens gates.
Fly to life cannot hurt you,
And where God can watch over you.

Fly good man fly.
Fly towards destinies shores.
Fly away to the thought of beauty,
Away to where the sun mixes the colors of the sky.

Fly helper fly.
Fly towards a new beginning.
Fly away to home on eagle's wings,
And rest in the beauty of the sky.
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