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the clock speeding away every tock is a slap in the face
1am and then 2am and yet your nowhere to be seen
worry eats at me like a moth to a cloth and anger is deep with in
the fire of it just waiting to bust with out
yet its my fault tis the truth my failures haunt me like a revenging ghost
nowhere to hide and nothing else to do but face reality that i had went down the wrong
road
dread is my friend and together we wait out till the end
sun barely shines when you walk in
tears and frustrate are at my wits end
you reek of poison that you can not control when you drink it
never in my life had i wanted to harm you intill this final moment
your breaking my heart cant you see
but the poison clouds your vision and the wall is up and
all i hear as i walk away is your sicken laughter and maybe
if i listen close enough i might hear " i am sorry mom"
i close my tired eyes and i bandage my damage heart
i drift away intill another day
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you are
the laugh, the light, the shoulder to lean on
year after year pass and time moves on
your still my muse
our bond is inseparable our love is forever
no matter what happens we shall stand hand in hand into our hair turns grey and
every winkle of life shows on our face
and god call us home
nothing can break the chain
for you hold half and i hold the other
you are
the voice i look for, the one who knows all
in one other heart is where we hold one another deep
you are my friend, my love my soul
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i call for mother
for she is sleeping on the sofa
i look more close for death has come to call on this sunny spring day
"mother , "mom" "mommy"
no words will wake her for death has made his final round
my breaths shall not save her no matter how hard i pump
my pleas nor cries will bring her smile back out from behind her blue lips
i stand before mother in her favorite dress and i hold her cold hand as those around say it
was for the best
i lay in mother empty bed smelling her perfume waiting for her just to walk though the door
i wait in darkness for my heart has no light
my days are full with routine but i am dead on the inside my smiles are fake and my laughs
are brittle
"just one more day to get though"
i am lifess and joyless i am pointless
my children grow but i am blind
i grow older but my grief ages me even faster
my face i no longer recongize though the mirror
long roads and dead ends but i can start to breath again
recovery is so hard mother but recover is a must
my smiles are real and i can now laugh without crying
no longer do i look to the door waiting
some days are long and i must really work at it
some days are so easy that i never want them to end
i stand with flowers in my hand and the spring breeze ruffles my hair
i look to your grave and
i can finally say i will be fine
i will be ok
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heart in heart hand in hand together they stood facing the world
broken homes and despair dreams they at least had one another
year after year they grow from hiding under the sheets from harmful parents
and playing under the bed with cuddly kittens
whispering all their fears and hopes in one other ears
writing notes and hearts with boys name
the outside could not touch them for their love was the proctor
soul mates "is what we are" swinging together on the playground
though the emotional teen years and all the heart brakes and
even petty fights their love kept strong
deaths and marriages come along
hand in hand they comfort one other
holding each other babies laughing saying "forever"
but the hands start to crack and love is fading on one side
the friend tries to hold yet the grip is slipping
left standing outreaching for the "forever" that will never come
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your eyes are not my eyes
your blood does not run though my veins
you made me angry and at times i despised you
you taught me math and share your lunches
even brought me birthday presents
i fought with you i yell at you
maybe i even admired you
your blood is not my blood
your face is not my face
your love is my love
and my love is your love
in my heart is where i hold you
for you are father
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does he know what he doing does realize the pain he will release
step by step move by move he walks towards his demise with a rope in his hand and intent
in his mind
i wonder the thoughts he thought i wonder if he still walks along us
invisible to the naked eye
for many say may god have mercy on his soul
could he have been saved would he want to be save
it replays a thousands times in my head picturing him walking to his death
like a shadow in the background i can scream and i can shout but never can i reach him
for he is already gone
disappear from my life gone from his family
destruction is what he left behind
memories of your face may fade
but like a livid scar on my heart the pain and anguish stays forever
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look at me
look at me
see my fake tie
see the yolk that bounds me
my tie may be fancy or cheap
stained or clean
no matter because its really a chain
all you see is the tie and the joke
be rude, be angry, be disgusted, be envy
and i with my plastic smile shall greet you with sincere
for my tie dictates me to
the tie most will love to wear for the tie may mean a stable future and a nice income
but beware the tie warps all great minds greed or resentment may be next
this tie my tie that dictates me i will rise above and reach my hand in your hand
i shall be human again and help lead the way back to generousity
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a young girl blows out her 14 candles no big party for her
all her friends left her, her family barley speaks to her
stares all day long and whispers as she walks the school halls
everyone tries to shames her. she dons her fake face and her waving confidence
but behind close doors the front always falls
tick tock tick tock time is closing in she knows
she lost her way and must find a path
what is right? what is wrong?
what is selfish? what is giving?
questions, questions she can not ignored
but the answers she can not find
the hourglass drops it last grain of sand
she is out of time
in her right arm she cradles a new life and her left she grips a pen
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smell the summer eve as light turns to dusk look over the urban houses and past the humans
faces looking to the sky
inhale deep trying to find peace. tears roll down in sorrow and longing perhaps one day the
long away peace will come
will the answers come if you seek or will the truth tear you apart questioning all you believe
only if the sky is heaven and the raindrops that fall are reminders of hope, of love, or letters
messages sent down below to those on earth trying to recoup all that is lost
to move on to let time ease the wounds that never seem to fade
yet somehow if the hurt fades and the anger goes will your face be wash away when i close
my eyes?
like chains of grief that bind me and your the key
will the key ever come to let the chains fall away
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wind blows and it changes not the same today nor tomorrow
its may have been just me and the me becomes a we or back to just me
no regrets, no pain, no turning back
what of, could of, should of, may tear you up on the inside
step out of the box walk away
what can, will happen, is what should be said everyday
some days tears fall like the rain
some days happiness shines like rays of sun
hear the sounds of the wind as it whispers by carrying all the burdens of sorrow and regrets
of yesterday
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