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And foggy lies
And crystal eyes
In cotton sheets
Stars up high
Dark blue sky
Do I go?
Cracked green glass
It wont last
Time will pass
Remembrance I look at my self in the dusty broken glass of a mirror in the corner of my room. My sodden lips and sodden eyes wretchedly innocent. The blues and browns washed away in the rain of yesterday. What once was. The scaffolding's paint peeling with the heavy beat of water. Like a bass drum in the hands of a toddler. I lay spread on the scraggly carpet in a not befitting room. Leaves a crimson red and decaying brown splayed on an old driveway. A driveway once overflowing in Cadillacs and mini-vans. Soccer moms and laughing teens. Memories so bitter sweet. Nearly tangible on the wilted grass of mind. Roses and bluebells. Spread out in seldom bushels. Moments and hours sitting and remembering. Sitting in remembrance.
BulliedTo stand your ground as the wind pushes past
And stare death in the eye
As you trudge ahead on the gravel and thorns
Black roses and flames ahead
On the road of decay and tears
Shadows of the beaten expelled to the outer fields of the road's valley
Souls of odd and the irregular roaming
Searching for their innocence
To walk through a wall of blood and blood curdling screams
To listen to voices accuse you
Beat you and watch your tears stream down
As if in that is satisfaction
As if in that is the feeling of acceptance
That is the road of a man being hurt
Of a man aching
You are not accepted, nor do you need to be
To feel your heart beat
To hear yourself breathe
To be yourself
You have spoken, and you will be heard
You are important
You may speak now
You will not be bullied, nor will anyone else.
Words Everyone has something beautiful inside of their self. Many have hidden it with insecurity. A wall and mask to cover who they truly are. A strong musk of lies to bury it deeper into the earth of our minds. They fear that with this beautiful thing secrets encased a long time ago will be uncovered. It is difficult to let ourselves inside of ourselves as well as other people. To accept that we have secrets, as any human should. To accept that we aren't who we want to be. It takes a long time to forgive ourselves, for all of our follies. We are only human, we have all made mistakes. Hurt the ones who have loved us. We have to accept that.
Everyone has something meaningful to say. Even those who pretend they don't mind. They have something to say. They are afraid that this wall will be broken. That they will be unmasked, and their secrets will be dug out. "People won't accept that I have secrets." ringing around their minds. Say it. Sing it. Dance it. Paint it. This world is o
FlameThe fire reflected in its own opposite
As if a forbidden meeting taking place in my own tear
Embers burned through the rotting flesh of fallen giants
Turned into a shelter for the undeserving
Built from false blood and wasted time
I stood on the barren land of a lost childhood
A stark existence
Many worlds have been created in that small prism
Smoke once puffed through the sturdy chimney, of a broken house
Holes have been drilled by small creatures in the very fabric that gave me the title of 'ghost'
The seams of old once warm sweaters destroyed thread by thread
A past once present in my own skin
A feeling of bitter happiness spread through my decaying body
My broken heart, and my crooked smile
Years taken and splayed out on the withering fields of my mind
Rose fields of first love murdered with flames along with the already falling building
It's seen a million days, and maybe only 100 faces.
I know its paths better than my own mind
I have walked through every door, ev
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