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C A Dec 2012
We almost drowned in the solitude of the nights that we cried alone
Left in inconsistancy swallowed by the fear of anxiety
The stress was just too much to handle
The pain was just too much to bare
And as we cried we panicked in flight
We wanted out but had no where to turn
The only door left open was far too out of reach for us
We hid underneath the shame of burdens
We laughed just to make light of it
But all the overwhelming waves were challenging our minds in fright
We were hopeless
Life was backwards
Seeds of beauty were planted in the dusk of our final meltdown
Our final turn around
The begnning of the end was near
As we threw our hands up in the darkness
We accepted that we had nothing left
And our defeats were taking over
Blinded by the fog of despair
Life was bad
We were lost
And all dreams were at a distance
We found faith in a ticking time bomb
All our our fears began to evaporate
Slowly
We climbed the treacherous ***** of glory
Smiled in the mirror
Danced inside the music
Began to look forward and stopped looking back
And life began to take its shape
The collage of doom began to dissapear into the shadows
And we were finally able to breathe in the freedom
If my psychi were a body of its own
My melancholy would be the eyes
running like a broken faucet
a stream of confused
Inconsistancy
My anger would be the heart
beating deep in my chest
harder and harder as if trying to
Escape
My lonliness would be the belly
deep with hunger that seems
Infinite
My ambitions would be the bowels
a canal of waste moving downward
a perpetual flow of filth
I sift through my own feces in hopes of finding something
Tangible
worth keeping
Something worth doing until
The Inevitable punchline
to a bad, *******, joke.
In a similar vein to my previous poem, "Steve Austin" which isn't about the wrestler by the way.  Naming conventions are fun to play around with haha
Emily Coon Oct 2010
Being Emily is a mighty task.
Inconsistancy never lasts.
Freshness fades, getting old.
Not so greatly bold.
Give it time, you will see,
There isn't much to me.

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