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Lost In Mind

I am all alone and there is nobody around,
Even in a crown I cannot hear a sound,
The music of intelligence was neither in Maine nor was it bound,
After years of stupidity, I felt as if I would one day drown.

I survived intellectually, living dormant inside my own head,
I retreated inside so that my thoughts would never become dead,
I no longer existed to them, but became happier instead,
I had made a friend and that friend was in my head.

Lack of intelligent conversation can be horrible and cruel,
The idiots around me are like dogs, not even swallowing their drool,
They have their morals mute and not one moral rule,
My own imagination is what gave my sanity it's fuel.

I am no longer in the asylum, locked in a mental cell,
I am no longer stuck inside this immoral hell,
Recovery is happening slow, however, I can surely tell,
Those people are dead to me, and my sanity has returned.

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What's In My Mind After Sociology Class?

To all you care
Hate does not fear
Oppression has been its life's work
Many have no idea, but hate does
Also many fear they have it worse
So if any ask, "how so?" watch as they list their punishments like they were trophies
 
Life isn't meant to be wasted
Eternity is only something we hope for
Everyone takes that for granted
 
But if society has taught us anything
Rewards can be given to help all
Our efforts have been given to all the wrong people
Won through second-hand knowledge, 
Now we are all screwed.

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The Demon Wins Again

The demon always wins.
You love thus you live.
You fly until death,
then the demon has fun.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely
Your fun is forever gone.
As if before was a fargone memory,
Now your curse has continued on.

Demon has taken my heart,
tearing my soul apart.
If it were an art,
then...

I am doomed...

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White Light

I can't remember a bit of what had transpired,
A flash of light hits my eyes, a white spire,
My head burns with pain as that light eats away like fire,
What happened to me, this knowledge I demand and desire.

An unknown holds my hand, I want to look but I cannot see,
The voice sounds like an echo, what could it be,
My heart is racing and I can hear the doctor's feet,
I'm going to surgery or the light will take me.

I feel something tight, a hand holding mine,
I wish this white light would not so brightly shine,
No matter what, this feeling will not decline,
Suddenly the white light looks just fine.

I awaken and give a tired look around,
In a hospital room and my arm is bound,
Was this the tightness that kept me so sound,
But definitely as I look, not a single soul around.

Did I imagine the heavenly grasp on my hand,
Was it actually just this strap and band
What made me feel so safe when worst was at hand,
Was nothing but gauze and tape

I miss the white light that hit me so hard,
With the heat in my head tearing me like a card,
Doctors took me from it, yet I keep high regard,
It was a beautiful sight, that white light and my guard.

I will see the white light one day,
I will behold it's beauty without the slightest delay,
So until then I will heal my wounds and lay,
Until again I see the white light, there to stay.

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Confusion

I am completely confused, beyond my words,
I am interested in this girl that changes my world,
Change is something I fear but today all is unfurled,
But what do I do when I choose to change the world?

Relationships for me have never been so easy in past,
More than half of my relationships never seem to last,
I work too hard and try too hard to pass,
Then I fall as if forever, right on my ass.

Seeing her in class, she seems not mizzy,
Yet all the time I try, she comes off as busy,
All this confusion is making me feel so dizzy,
So what do I do to change this rampant tizzy.

That is enough, with this confusion I am done,
All these questions are weighing me down by a ton,
Pass me my book before the night has victoriously won,
I'd rather move on from this confusion and just start having fun.

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Better Luck Next Time

My heart...can you find it?
I can't feel it in my chest
Ever since the emotional hit
Leaving me months of unrest

You'll be fine, better luck next time

Every woman looks like the same
Decent hair, poor skin and a sight of breast
Nothing but another bland dame
Why can't I simply just rest?

You'll be fine, better luck next time

Lying alone in bed waiting
my supportive roommates in love surround me
I can't bear the noise as I'm debating
What is next in life for me?

You'll be fine, better luck next time

....oh shut up

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Happy Now

How could someone choose to live in such a wasteland
A polluted mess of burgers and fries in your hand,
Populated with emotional distress as tighter becomes the waistband,
Personal vendetta achieved bit by bit without love or a man
You have yourself to blame and have no pity to demand

Now you have lost all potential with nobody to care,
One choice made and now a fertile life is bare,
When you make a child to be an adult, this could be you.

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Last Days In Maine

I am powerless in mind and within my body,
This alcohol has got me down and I am paralyzed,
The world in which I call home cannot be analyzed,
All through this drink, with this I have declared my hobby.

My Friends do not respect me to which I cannot blame,
I am depressed beyond recognition and with it I feel shame,
Years without and years repressed and years I call lame,
Not one happy relationship, not with family or dame.

Salvation is coming and I keep telling myself bleakly,
Each day my sanity goes through hoops only to survive meekly,
The end has only that alcohol to calm my stress,
This alcohol feels as if I am saved from the rest.

I'm almost there and almost free from this asylum,
My friends around seem to care not even some,
I'm losing the fight even when both sides are done,
Three days until I'm home again...any longer and my life be gone.

(I survived and am now much healthier)

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Just Like Alcohol

More pathetic than ever
More pathetic I can't sever
The life a single bloke
The love to become broke


The first miss
The first kiss
the first trial diss
All leading to an end
Only for another send

Friends come and go
Others stay for the show
Nothing matters in the end
So their stories they end

There will always be more
or there are stories of bore

Pick and poison then hope it hits
Because love is like alcohol
So grab a bottle
and get drunk

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You and Me

You and Me
By Tom Brown

Nothing matters when I see you
From the moment I find you
All the drama hides

You are an innocent soul
pure in every way
Thats why Im greatful to have you
everyday

You are my treasure
you are my light
Because we take away each others pain
through the other's might

Through the meetings
Through each date
I see those eyes
I see no hate

You fit like a glove
like a puzzle piece lost then found
We laugh about how we met
but the secret shall never be found

I enjoy what has started
I think about it every time we've parted
With nothing but memories
and a kiss that leaves me wanting

The seed is planted
growing more and more each time we part
I hope you feel the same
Because this is what is in my heart.