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mind always racing
can not reach the brakes
traveling the world
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His nose pointed up towards outer space
There was never anything too tough for him to face.
With his head resting happily on a puffy white cloud,
This boy smiled proud and his heart beat was as loud as his chest would allow.
This boy met this girl; they took the subway and vanished into the city.
Nervous at the sight of her; she’s so pretty he thought.
Talking eye to eye, time flew by - he forgot all the negative things about love he was once
taught.
Look how happy this boy was that cold December night,
Their conversations kept them warm while circling around the same block,
Neither of them cared for a clock.
This boy with his new pretty sharing the view of a lit up city skyline – they were lost in
time,
Until the clock suddenly struck nine.
Hand in hand they sat beside each other and conversed awkwardly on the subway.
He collected enough courage and finally asked her if she would like to stay.
Ready to drive her home, he realized that was something he could not do.
The boy may have forgot all the things he was once taught about love,
Just as he lost track of time circling the block and gazing into her eyes-
The boy had lost sight of his keys!
They looked around; keys were nowhere to be found,
They must be forty-five minutes back inbound.
But he didn’t care; he shrugged with a laugh – he lost his keys but his love was found.
They made it home safe and sound.
That crisp December night left his heart pounding faster than it ever used to pound.
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The cloud rained heavily on the boy, it stayed a while.
He tried to find somebody to help, but did not know the number to dial.
He stopped playing his beloved guitar,
Each dark cloud that passed him left a massive scar.
With the black cloud obstructing his view of outer space,
He was no longer able to rest in the puffy white clouds with his leg brace.
One night, a terrible feeling all over his body left him tossing and turning
A chill rolled up and down his spine, he woke up to his phone ringing and he started vomiting.
Kneeling over the toilet bowl, half asleep and fully confused,
He just knew something terrible had happened, this black cloud left this boy bruised.
The boy answered the call.
One of his good friend’s was found dead in the middle of the night they said.
His body fell against the bathroom wall and started to bawl,
He felt this coming with every toss and every turn that night.
The boy had the worst kind of blues so the boy and the girl went for a cruise
They did not know they were headed towards terrible news.
Stopped to get gas along the way
The boy started pondering if happiness is something he will ever find.
He thought his eyes must be playing a game with his mind,
He never thought he would witness a friend of his intoxicated to the point they were blind.
The boys’ friend drove head on into his most prized possession, his truck.
His optimism had already grown distant; his coat is no longer weather resistant.
The black cloud flooded his head with darkness; the boy knew it was no longer worth fighting.
The boy who was already weak from the clouds wrath,
Lost all of what was left of his hope; his mind was aiming to the most negative number in
terms of math.
The cloud rained heavily on the boy, it stayed a while.
He tried to find somebody to help, but did not know the number to dial.
The girl stayed optimistic, to this day she remained realistic.
Tries everyday to rid these clouds and help him from growing more pessimistic.
Tries hard to help him face the day and look beyond,
She is afraid of losing this boy and their extraordinary bond.
Using her knowledge and strength, she constantly tries to erase his negative mentality,
And fill that space with pieces of hopeful and positive reality.
But the cloud weighs more than he can take.
He believes the rest of his life is at stake.
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Staying up till dawn; they could not help but to talk all night long,
They made up their very own song.
She would take hours preparing perfect outfits,
He would go to shows and enjoyed getting caught in the pits.
His black truck was his pride; her paint brushes were her guide.
He plays guitar in hope of becoming a rock star; she writes in hope of getting far.
They stuck close together until they eventually grew on each other.
The boy and the girl would day dream about growing old together.
One night his friends told him to get into their car.
The boy was taken by surprise; they kidnapped him to one of his favorite shows.
Screaming fans, the glowing stage, the crowd was on their toes.
The boy felt on top of the world,
The music flowing through his veins and his new girl on his mind,
He called it love.
He never thought that feeling was a serious crime-
The boy suddenly felt a ‘snap’ that felt like crap, and his leg was brutally fined.
The boy looked up at the sky and demanded that black cloud to start being kind.
He tore his ACL and told to stay in bed, but this boy did not have time for that and continued
to rebel.
The boy woke up and went to work
He did was he was told, took his medicine- a perk
Running late to his office, a bit under the weather, his boss decided to be a jerk.
The boy was fired for feeling tired.
The boy was not on top anymore.
The black cloud above his head is a friend hard for him to adore.
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The path that’s leading down to rock bottom seem so close,
He crawled into bed and said “I won’t wake until I’m dead”.
The cloud just won’t go away; this boy put up a fight every day.
How much must the boy pay to get this cloud out of his way?
After days of lying in bed, the girl must have gotten through to his head,
He finally realized how to make himself right:
You cannot fight the dark without enough light.
He decides he’s going to find that negative Nelly of a cloud,
Give him a warm hug and ask him, “bros?”.
The boy looked up once more but the cloud was not above him.
He was free. He was happy.
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It's been years since that night I first shut my eyes
My thoughts wandered and skipped the dream and was struck with this nightmare
I'm alone and I don't care
You're all outside- I'm in here alone, to you I'm just a mess for your eyes to stare
My head is one place I can not bare
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So far away, already too late
I was thirteen years from birth, you were thirteen days from death.
The enemy you once thought you could defeat, t was who you lost in this battle of fate.
Like a gambler and his debt I am stuck to this idea of regret
We walk side by side day in and day out, he won't let me forget.
Head was full of anger, mind was full of hope
Blame and sorrow rose to the top and right before my eyes,
it all poured out in front of me.
A puddle.
A puddle shaping into anything and everything it's surroundings allow
The cracks, the dirt, the rocks are boundries put there by fate, the puddle's an invisable gate.
It forms into a blurry image, a reminder of how it all used to be.
It calms, the image settles and finally my reflection is clear, now I can see.
Thousands of words unsaid play over and over like a broken record stuck inside of my head.
What words must I say, how much must I pay, to get back what fate took away?
It's impossible to walk past this without getting wet.
I am left with a puddle obstructing the view of what my eyes should see and the path that
leads
me to being free.
What a beautiful day it would be, the day fate brings you to me.
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So much wrong, so few answers
Easy to run away, hard to stay
Sticking to the hope of a new day, slipping further away from yesturday
Easy to disapear, hard to stop these tears
Pain is endless, Life is far too short
The night is always defeated by day
Never look away, on this journey you must find your own way
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to mend a broken heart is
telling an artist to forget his art
telling a writer to give up his pen
telling a musician never play again
such demands can not be told
love can not just be sold
feelings so strong can not be placed on hold
to mend a broken heart seems impossible
it's a war one can not defeat
it's rhythem without beat
a home without heat
some things in life just don't make sense
even the greatest climber in the world can't challenge an infinite fence
to mend a broken heart is to
stop waves from crashing
stop the rising sun from shining
stop the new day from coming
like love, these things are worth far more than gold
such powerful acts of nature can not be controlled
they are the masterpeices of life; they'll never grow old
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