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Poetry
Time at hand.
2/24/2003
Chokeing on my words, with my heart in my throat. The way you make me feel, drownding without hope. Why are you over there, when you should be over here. Aiking pains of thoughtful words swelling up in the depth of it all. Looking at the world through bloodshot eyes, I see terror, there is no faith. Now your here, and thats what I really fear. For when my eyes clear up I realize your nothing. Now its your turn to love me as much as I hate you. Feelings spinning in circles not sure where to stop, I'm sure your day will come, as well will mines, but until then, keep memories in mind, and keep time at hand
What I see in you.
2/1/2003
I see it when I look at you,
the depth of what lies beneath.
I see the way you look away,
the thoughts flood to your face.
The environment spins around me,
and I hear your heart beat.
As the pace grows faster,
your face grows brighter.
Then there's blackness,
the silence of it all,
the secret.
You hide your shame with pride,
and show your pride with shame.
You don't know where to go,
or what to say.
You put your head down and keep walking,
away from it all,
your pride.... your shame....
But why?
Drowning from reality.
12/9/2002
Heavy eyes, to drop the heavy tears. Gleaming lights shattered, from the tears left in my eyes, resting, burning, screaming to be free. The warmth of my room covering the coldness of the night, leaves my body helpless and confused. For I can't move too far, for my body wishes to be asleep, but I must move somewhere, for my head is pounding with thoughts of fear. To change my mind is to change the subject, but how to change the subject without changing my mind is beyond me. I just wish that I could sleep. Drown in my dreams of sorrow, and choke on the miasma of my dreams. For it would be so nice to drown away from reality... It would be so nice.
Burning Flesh.
11/14/2002
Flesh is slowly burning,
away, it's not returning.
Theres nothing inside, to be left visible,
let go of my pride, to be left miserable.
I don't know where to go to,
I have no one to run to.
There's no message to be sending,
there's just simply no happy ending.
I tried, I quit, I cried, now I sit,
alone, scared of my thoughts.
It's like having no home,
no family of your own,
being left out in the cold,
your body's being sold,
just to die and to grow old,
till there's nothing left of you to sell.
.... I might as well just rott in Hell.
My Nightmare.
11/6/2002
I'm trapped in this nightmare. I just can't seem to wake up. It's waiting upon my death, torturing me as the time goes by. There's a blight on the flowers, and a block on the sun. The air is bitter cold with violent winds, seeking to destroy. The trees are bare, the grass is dead, homes are abandoned, it's all in my head. I see it all now, I see nothing. I'm all alone, all I want is to go home. I walk the emptyness. I see the body's, I see the blood, I feel the hurt, there is no love. I take a deep breath, enhale the miasma. And then I choke.
Tears of acid.
10/27/2002
These tears of acid burn my soul, it feels so good to let them go.
