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The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
When the screaming is too loud
And the blood is too thick
When the pain is too much
And the words don't stop

When the words don't stop
When the words don't stop
When the words don't stop

When I can no longer handle all my imperfections,
Then the knife comes out.
The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
Doesn't exist.
Not after what you did.
The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
...You will not receive this poem.
Why?
Because I have no future.
  Mar 2021 The Lonely Poet
My Dear Poet
Drawing little tears
I trace around lines
small oval shaped drops
I cut away from your eyes
pasting them in a scrapbook
for the hurting to see
Inviting all to look
how sorrow is set free
tear out the paper
fold into a plane
crease down the corners
and fly away the pain
The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
When examined literally, our brains and our hearts are for little more than keeping us alive. Pumping blood, providing signals to our nerves, they have little function beyond that. In the world of science, that is. The world of philosophy and imagination, however, has a much more expansive approach to our body's most useful organs. The heart is for feeling, the mind is for believing. And when these two things are combined, you get a beautiful and dangerous combination. You begin to think. You imagine fantasy worlds, entire timelines behind our world. Everyone and everything has its purpose in the end, and this is yours. To think, and discover things you never thought existed. But as comes all journeys, there will be substantial hardship. While you will discover feelings like love and happiness, you will also find things like anxiety and sadness. If you allow those feelings to consume you, eventually you will become your own worst enemy. And inevitably, you will destroy yourself from the inside out. So many people have fallen prey to those emotions. But you will overcome them. Because you are strong. You'll wipe the tears from your face, stand up, and begin to continue onwards on the ultimate journey of life.
The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
Love snakes its way to your heart.
Completely controlling anything it touches.
Then, it spreads to the arms and face.
All you want is to kiss them.
Eventually, it spreads to the brain,
And you watch yourself die.
The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
When you've been constantly living in fear,
Nothing is scarier than you not here.
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