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The End

I can't bear it anymore..
Waiting for people to arrive
Expecting the world to tend to me
Hoping the world will just fall into my hands
Continuing my laziness and procrastination
People liking me and not knowing why
Wishing instead of taking action
Lacking skills I need to make my life successful
Living in a home with no peace or privacy
Pretending I'm someone I wish I could be
Drawing pieces that fail in competition
Writing random lines of complaints 
Feeling the need for pity
Being a hypocrite..

Do I try harder?
I've grown too accustomed to laziness
Do I wait or at least TRY to take action?
I don't have the motivation or the power
Am I just making excuses?
I probably just need to quit complaining
Am I too paranoid?
I just care about my life unlike the rest
Do I continue?
I can't continue in sanity
What can I do?
I'm too confused to know

Where can I scream?
Where can I relax?
Where is there peace?
When will the suffering stop?
What is wrong with me?
How did I get this way?
Who is really there for me?
How can I just escape?

Too many questions!
STOP!!!!
..

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Any Ideas?

Well what should I write about tonight?

Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?

Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.

I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.

I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.

There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.

I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.

Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?

I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?

Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.

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It's Hard To Care

It's hard to care about something if you get no care in return..
It's hard to help someone if they refuse to let you in..
It's hard to believe something if you've never experienced it yourself..
It's hard to accept a situation when you know you can't do anything about it..

Is it that I care too much?
Am I smothering people with my feelings?
Do they not realize what I'm trying to do?
Why can't they accept that I worry?

They need to know I love them.. 

Perhaps I just don't understand..
Maybe I worry too much..
I guess making myself sick is just Me overreacting..
Or maybe they don't realize how serious I am..

I'm willing to care for you..
Keep you in my heart for as long as you want me..
Even if you treat me like I'm nothing..
I'll still love you just a little bit

If you're good enough to be my friend,
You're good enough for my love..
I'll be here for you all forever..
As long as you can accept the offer stated above..

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Silence

Just imagine..
Sitting in your cushioned chair
Comfortable as you can be
You close your eyes and begin to rest
Everything is so calm..

. . .

The timer rings insanely!
The microwave beeps!
Your alarm goes off!
Subs pulsating outside!
The radio is screaming!
Children shriek without reason!
Why is it so Loud?!

The clanging of dishes!
Slamming of doors!
Cabinets smacking!
Washer! Dryer! Running Water!
Thundering yells for dinner!
Piercing yells of complaints!
Must it be so Loud?!

Stove hisses!
Feet stomp!
Senseless yelling!
All of it at once!
Try to talk over it!
It's just too much!
Why so freaking LOUD?!

It's all noise! Just NOISE!
Slamming! Crashing! Booming! AGH!
Is it necessary?!
I'm screaming in tears to make it stop!
I can't stand it anymore!
All of it! Just SHUT UP!
Stop being so LOUD!!

. . .

Silence
In a world of sound
Let yourself escape
Everything is calm
Nothing is here to bother you
Calm, breathe, unwind, it's okay..
Everything is Silence

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Narwhalism

Of all the creatures I would love to be
The Narwhal is most preferred by me

So awesome, sweet, and adored by all
Swimming in the arctic without a care
Their beautiful tusk stands nine feet tall
Straight out of water, into the air

Their horn is an amazing, powerful device
Tusking other Narwhals with pleasant emotion
Content with frozen waters and ice
The most loving whale in the ocean

Sensing vibrations and predicting the weather
Conducting the Orca-stra and fighting crime
Wise and hungry, they all work together
As the greatest aquatic species of all time

So mystical and and wonderful, it's hard to believe
That creatures such as these actually exist
The foolish Unicorn-believers are deceived
Yet the reality of the Narwhal persists

For now, your love for Narwhals may not be perceived
But before long, your mind will be infected and free
Narwhalism is spreading and will soon be received,
With symptoms including overall happiness and glee

Believe in the Narwhal with all your heart
Your life will see no more torture or misery..

Of all the creatures I would love to be
The Narwhal is most preferred by me

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Number 21

Holding your hands in mine
Hoping you won't let go
After what I tell you..
Before we begin,
There's something I want you to know.
You're number 21.

I walked to your house that morning.
You sprinted clumsily to the door.
We helped each other cook breakfast
And ate until we could eat no more.
But I've had mornings like this before.
You're number 21.

We walked downtown in the sunlight.
Another perfect-weathered afternoon.
Brought a few friends, caffeinated and different,
But you and I are obviously in tune.
Do not assume too much too soon.
You're number 21.

The evening comes too quickly.
And now we're completely alone.
Talking of things, humorous, sweet, musical.
Our thoughts and feelings in a cyclone.
Trying not to use a romantic tone.
You're number 21.

I've done it before and seen it all.
I don't want you to think you're the first.
So many girls and so many times,
This whole course of action feels rehearsed.
But none have done better at quenching my thirst.
You're number 21.

Perhaps you are more than just a number,
From bland statistic to complex equation.
The substance in your simplicity intrigues me.
My eyes are now open to the realization.
Quite the unexpected sensation.
You're number 21.

There's nothing wrong with the way you're designed.
Compared to the previous, you are the most fun.
Regrets would bring insanity if left unsigned.
Perhaps my search for numbers is done.
You just might be the one.
You're number 21.

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Like Spoiled Milk

Words of the past.
Babbling like a baby,
Dying from the drama.
These words smell funny.

Many years since then.
Crying over useless things,
Blowing money on candy.
Check the expiration date.

Things have totally changed.
No asking mom for rides,
Waking for work instead of school.
This has gone rotten.

Looking back on it all.
All of the silly decisions,
Lots of time down the drain.
Time to throw it out.

Throwing away childhood.
It's like spoiled milk,
Ages quickly with a lingering aroma.
Time to throw it out.

Time to buy another gallon of Milk.
For another phase,
The Milk of Adulthood.
Enjoy it while it lasts.

It'll spoil sooner than you think.

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White Fender Medium

Pure white with golden font
Millimeters numbered just right
Thick enough only for distortion
Smooth to the tongue
Held perfectly at my fingertips..
But it'll slide right down your throat
A pill of death for a musician

The lump stuck for hours
Breakfast food fights it down
To the acidic pit
Hopefully melting away
Releasing the inner toxin..
The beginning of a bad omen
I swallowed a White Fender Medium

Late night communications
The girl of my thoughts for weeks
Happy and comfortable
Accomplishing a beautiful feat
Secrets become unsurfaced
Everything that flourished is dead..
I swallowed a White Fender Medium

Cold weather ahead
Windows shattering at great times
Gusts of air paralyzing our bodies
Vacuum the sharp remnants
Frozen hands with an aching soul
These shards are just the beginning..
I swallowed a White Fender Medium

They were always special to me
A musician's charm of good fortune
Karma despises my weapon of choice
Instinctive feelings are nothing
Plastic, rounded triangle with letters engraved
So much for the lovely theme..
A Fender White Medium..

I swallowed that stupid guitar pick..

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Device Removed Improperly

Now Playing.
Playing inside my ears.
Solos that give me chills.
Vocals that cry out to me.
Now paused and silent.

Library.
A library browsed daily.
The songs that let me breathe.
My ultimate source of 
adrenaline.
My lungs and heart are empty.

Rip.
Songs ripped from many discs.
Stolen from various sites.
Files converted and 
transported.
Torn away from my nightly 
routine.

Burn.
Burning its battery all night.
Through sun and through 
storm.
My company through sweat 
and tears.
Scorched by the fire of 
separation.

Sync.
Music synchronized with blood.
Perfectly tuned to my life.
Songs forming into brain cells.
Synchronization fails tonight.

Stealing ideas from media 
programs.
Missing sleep due to anxiety.
Unable to function properly.
Suffering from withdrawals.

All these feelings.
All of this stress.
Due to one mp3 player.
A Device Removed Improperly.
From my life.
For one night.

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Strings

Almost too disgusting to look at
Bleehh they're so nasty!
Change is soon to come
Delight rushing through my veins
Excitement for the sound still unknown
Feeling the crispness of the new metal
Getting the cords and pedal ready..
Here goes nothing