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She want to get out She's waiting to set free Shes planning to have control all over me Shes the monster i can not hold Shes the part i try not to show I caged her inside Yet she's peeking through the holes Im scared but I can not show Shes the darkness shes my demons Her freedom is deadly letting her outis wrong Shes something I can't control Never thought I can Never thought shes strong She kills lies betrays and steal all in order to grow Shes carving on the walls Shes likw my shadow I know shes there I see her in the mirror I see her everwhere I dont want to give in I don't want to let go I don't want to be the one caged inside I don't want to just watch I want to take the lead I don't want to be scared
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
aya-aburass
the monster in me
She want to get out She's waiting to set free Shes planning to have control all over me Shes the monster i can not hold Shes the part i try not to show I caged her inside Yet she's peeking through the holes Im scared but I can not show Shes the darkness shes my demons Her freedom is deadly letting her outis wrong Shes something I can't control Never thought I can Never thought shes strong She kills lies betrays and steal all in order to grow Shes carving on the walls Shes likw my shadow I know shes there I see her in the mirror I see her everwhere I dont want to give in I don't want to let go I don't want to be the one caged inside I don't want to just watch I want to take the lead I don't want to be scared
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We seat beneath the candlelight drops As we teach each other our story I’m compelled to let the words out I’m here to grow us up Way before our candle was kindled Way before light roamed any sky Some force was forced to say We either grow Or we die In dying we are warm and modestSpheres of chaotic comfort Unchallenged ponds With nothing to defy Yes, before the molten world Was turned to rock And then weathered away In little strife Someone was compelled to say In life We either grow Or we die In growing we have a hard time Because all bigger growing Means greater dying Whenever the growing halts Way before the sun warmed your cheek Other synergies were brought to a stop Before my hand reached your velvet streak Other supernovas contracted outIs my slight tucking away of your hair Broadening your face for a slap? Because someone wise Surely wiser than me once said In love We either grow Or we die As any one-celled world Was forged into a rightful cosmos It might have been us Or a treacherous cancerOr all three In all our power we could remain powerless, you see?… Could this candlelight pool Where we gain our room to swim Be dripping from a toll from over the brim Where a fire was set aflame Through wax lines untamed Of our locked stares Through time and space and mind Could it all be the same Is our room to swim Room to revolve away Is our manner poured in wax A giant candle from which We see But also the fervent sight We must somehow keep in mind Whenever the coming darkness Grows us blind Whereas now all I seeIs a sentient mirror smiling at me… Compass with me for a second What this all means Is I don’t want our death right away Nor do I want it any way And in growing up myselfI grow us up in part And in growing up in part We might just grow apart Our candlelight might fizz out Our death might, in pain, Come anyway. But I’m willing to give it a try Our candlelight, our sight Are, in turn, A great light to photograph And a great memory to hold… Beneath the hourglass wax drops We teach In teaching we learn Through embracing we love And the silent tug that follows…Is where I’m willing to belong.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
TomAlanQuest
Love Of Wax
We seat beneath the candlelight drops As we teach each other our story I’m compelled to let the words out I’m here to grow us up Way before our candle was kindled Way before light roamed any sky Some force was forced to say We either grow Or we die In dying we are warm and modestSpheres of chaotic comfort Unchallenged ponds With nothing to defy Yes, before the molten world Was turned to rock And then weathered away In little strife Someone was compelled to say In life We either grow Or we die In growing we have a hard time Because all bigger growing Means greater dying Whenever the growing halts Way before the sun warmed your cheek Other synergies were brought to a stop Before my hand reached your velvet streak Other supernovas contracted outIs my slight tucking away of your hair Broadening your face for a slap? Because someone wise Surely wiser than me once said In love We either grow Or we die As any one-celled world Was forged into a rightful cosmos It might have been us Or a treacherous cancerOr all three In all our power we could remain powerless, you see?… Could this candlelight pool Where we gain our room to swim Be dripping from a toll from over the brim Where a fire was set aflame Through wax lines untamed Of our locked stares Through time and space and mind Could it all be the same Is our room to swim Room to revolve away Is our manner poured in wax A giant candle from which We see But also the fervent sight We must somehow keep in mind Whenever the coming darkness Grows us blind Whereas now all I seeIs a sentient mirror smiling at me… Compass with me for a second What this all means Is I don’t want our death right away Nor do I want it any way And in growing up myselfI grow us up in part And in growing up in part We might just grow apart Our candlelight might fizz out Our death might, in pain, Come anyway. But I’m willing to give it a try Our candlelight, our sight Are, in turn, A great light to photograph And a great memory to hold… Beneath the hourglass wax drops We teach In teaching we learn Through embracing we love And the silent tug that follows…Is where I’m willing to belong.
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