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Joe Standish Feb 2016
As I sit in misery
I wonder what she is to me
should have listened to the prophecies nothing turns out like it seems
now I'm waiting patiently
breathing inconsistently
will I ever be
anything to somebody
maybe I should take a read
find out what I really need
or is it just an ego feed
Wondering who you're gonna be
fighting for your sanity

A stand against the scrutiny.
Throw yourself upon your knees
Look up and say "Oh, God Please"
as you beg and bargain pleads
You watch your hands as they bleed.
never feeling like you can breath
holding out to succeed
a success that you'll never lead.
A relief that you never receive.
another soul the devil's tease
spread your arms and catch the breeze
nothings ever as it seems.
Joe Standish Sep 2015
A man who does not read, has no advantage over the man who cannot read.
Joe Standish Sep 2015
Whether its a brush of your hand or the look in your eye. I can't tell if I'm falling in love or committing suicide. It's this game that we play, each and everyday. In each and everyway. So, don't be afraid; to take a chance with your heart when its feeling astray. I wish you would fall for me, cause I won't tear you apart. Ill put you in serenity I'll play the part. And together we can become a million dollar piece of art.
Joe Standish Sep 2015
I feel unlike everyone else
But I know I'm not the only one walking trough hell.
I guess I; need an angel, or maybe a demon.
It really just depends which one I'm feed'en.
And I have them both standing on my shoulders. One giving me orders. The other is my soilder. And they both talking about my disorders. But I ignore them and blow them off like mortars. So I guess I need to find that shoulder to cry on, the one to rely on. I wouldn't care if she drove an ion or a scion. But she knows that I'm keeping my eye on her. But its really just a fight of surviver. But really its the insider myself the fight through hell. Is there anyone else?
Joe Standish Aug 2015
Trust gets you killed.
Love gets you hurt.
And being real gets you hated.
Joe Standish Aug 2015
Even glow sticks have to be broken before they will shine.
Joe Standish Aug 2015
I don't fear commitment, I fear wasting my time.
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