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Wasted Youth Jun 2015
Tightning these loose ends will never be snug all around
Something will always slip through my grasp
As I'm picking up the pieces you'll still sleep sound
I'll always find a way to change but I'll never transform into who I want to be

Things will go fine for a while and it seems I'll never cease to smile
When things are going well I always seem to find a way to make it hell
Does anyone try as hard as me to make sure they have personality?

Find me where I don't want to be found
Talk to me when I'm lost without words
Hear me where I don't think I'll be heard
Live as though I never existed at all
I guess I'll see you around...
LOST Love.
i commit to the submission of your love, i feel the fire burn as it hurts so good, understood your pain in the trial of miscommunication, where we bolth feel frustrated over peoples lies, giving into the sensation of negative vibes so we start to decline. leaving us diveded into two unpredictable guids. We Remain unpatient that's why we cry for tomorrows night. Tears of sarrow flow from her eyes tightning up , i barrow time hoping she don't lose our love in this traggedy of mine. but it always happens tragicly combinding colision mixed with unloyalty depicting what could of been brighter then the suns shine. but the wine she drinks makes her heart less and the blood thin, breaking free from loves clinch and so the pain starts up again, and as gone with the wind replays in this closed cage. Fate always seems to open a new door in this conflicting maze. Entering another chapter, feeling less shame everytime the next page erases a lost love exchange. Leaving the same question, maybe i was the one to blame.. then again who doesn't like to play in the rain
You know.. kind of old
Ashley Barrios Oct 2011
in the darkness, the blankets are so warm and the religion so comfy
with its cushioned promises and feathered saints
how lovely it is to reach out and not see your fingers, but feel them wrapped around glass beads
each is an eyelid, a door locked
each one is redemption
is love, is
                .... fingers tightning, beads falling, eyes opening
Light is not truth, light is not gods' almighty forte
Light is exposure, it's beating your eyes with Lies lies lies
April to May to November
Lies lies lies
Monday to Sunday
Lies lies lies
Tithe to rosary to confession to sin to lie lie lie lie
Light is god, Light is evil Light is devil
Light is lie lie lie
Death is truth, death is End of Light
Death is the end of the thumbing of beads of the beating of chests
of the ashes, martyrs
of the lies
of the misery
of the guilt
the shame, the
                                                                                                                          lie lie lies
Katinka Sep 2018
I look into the future and all I see is darkness

as if the ropes around my neck keep tightning

My vision blurs
the edges begin to faint

Darkness is surrounding me
as my legs give up
and my heart stops beating

I am weak

and before I know
tears roll down my face
my eyes fill with water like the ocean would pour in

I feel like drowning
and even tho I can see the top
I just canĀ“t reach it.

Water is filling my lungs
and it feels like my voice is being taken away




silence.
Erin Feb 2016
Let your heart soar to heights so frightening,
When you find logic restricting and tightning
To not let your mind argue your dreams, but wonder among beautiful possibilities
Let your legs carry you through testing storms
And your soul have faith when you feel torn
Let the bitterness fall, your happiness bloom
All of this I wish for you

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