Pounding heads and churning guts lie
next to me on an old quilt under fleece
Still stuffy air enters heavy lungs and leaves
Coming over the hill behind the sea
was an overwhelming sight to see
Endless gray intersecting with sky
reflecting backward and forwards
where perspective meets the eye
Rotted plankwood will lead to demise
executed by jagged shore rock and waves
carrying one away to the ephemeral light
bobbing below the surface that fades
Out with the old days to make room for new,
recounting last year’s glaze
Remembering like it was yesterday
how sick you’d gotten so soon
A tender heart I’ll always have,
and an old, nurturing soul, too
Awakened by life with fresh eyes,
stimulating a walk to take with you

We are surrounded by societies mistakes.

You are the only one who can turn the tables before the next one gets ****** into being a puppet.
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I see the road to run.



The doll house is being controlled by a puppettear being moved around with no control.


Once I have been enslaved by a puppettear  I'll be a slave like everyone in society

Dresssthe  same be the same as the ****** lies you can't screams.


Rather speed the speed of sound rather than being in no control of anything  no way to escape or speak.


Society screams agony of the ones who don't have enough to speak the mind.


Better feel free or gift all if ideas to beat the comon down fall of being enslaved to your worst night mar where your voice won't be able to make a sound.


The doll house effect should be run from so no screams will be silenced from the gifted creative minds that make society run smoooth like a chain on a bike smooth with nothing rough

Blind truth ****** knuckles the last smile I though was just is horsing around.

Why dose things seem to end with a fight at the end of the day.


Not enough pain killers of booz  will change the feeling of insanity in. The room .


Why don't we just play nice.


But knowing me the false leading became my fist hearing the deal out of all your bill **** fake lies.

I walk the road I chose to follow.
Playing ***** screamed your shot is wacked? How to escape the truth you don't want to show your real self.


Like a shadow your self image lies like spray painting a broken angery mind that won't admit weight from wrong.





Insanity  or guilty of all your mistakes you ran instead of writing the new storie you justchews to cras an burn.

No creative ways to redeam your self.



The house if truth will make the light as bright if you speak the truth or just keep lying.



Being fake may just smash all your teeth out being fake fit you is ditch
Now it's your grave.



Being true speaking your mind making the road turn to pathes to all crazy opportunist .


Be true your own willl write society's  next move.


A posey is just a flower but
A rose is the truth about your life.
A rose is a reward for guiding the broken weak lost to the next game.

To be honest with ones on self is the hardest thing to do. Looking at our own faults often makes uncomfortable. To admit that we are less than we think we are is the first step to our own humility. When we judge ourselves, we are more critical than anyone else will be. The problem lies in the fact that we want to dismiss our faults and project our imperfections on another. When in fact we should be listing our deficiencies in order to remind ourselves everyday that in truth we are no better or worse than another person. It is simply that we must acknowledge the truth about ourselves.

I have to much energy senosing me in endless circles. I feel like I'm driving. Mad when I have to much things I can't win or drown in projects that seem to suffocating me.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 all day and night the pure krystal bottle of ***** brings down the stress and anger

I have to much energy senosing me in endless circles. I feel like I'm driving. Mad when I have to much things I can't win or drown in projects that seem to suffocating me.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 all day and night the pure krystal bottle of ***** brings down the stress and anger