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Distress

I don’t know how much more I can take,
I just want it all to go away.
Should I even be here right now?
Should I be alive?
Do I deserve to exist?
Why am I even here?
It’ clear I’m not wanted
I can hear it in your voice
In the names I’m called
In the way I’m treated
So why do I bother?
Why do I continue to torture myself?
With being around you all?
I know why,
Because I thought we were a family
But we clearly aren’t
I am not wanted
I am worthless
I am ugly
I am a burden
I just want to die…sometimes

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Gel-Pen

False cheer shines through the glittery red ink,
Letter after colourful letter,
Hopes and dreams are drained down the sink,
Letter after colourful letter...

Dead inside is this empty life of lies,
Letter after colourful letter,
Woods are filled with broken cries
Letter after colourful letter...

'Tomorrow' will never come, hope will never shine,
Letter after colourful letter,
I will never be fine-
Letter after colourful letter...

A flutter of hope, sputters and dies
Letter after colourful letter.
The smiles of the gel-pen always lies
Letter after colourful letter.

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Prune

Cut down what you do not like of me
Growing wrong-all wrong-it's all you see
Strip away my beauty

Once was I so tall...so large and proud
But you cut me down to the crowd
Strip away my  beauty

Why must I be changed so
Why couldn't you just let me grow
Strip away my beauty

Without my stems, my leave, my blooms I feel so bare
I am without a body now...so vulnerable--it isn't fair
Strip away my beauty 

I am gone now, and in my place is an imposter
This...this thing is not me...can't you see it is an imposter
strip away my beauty

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Frank Todo French-Fry

This is the story of the daredevil, Frank Todo French-Fry.
He thought he was special, thought he could fly
But one day he was taken and placed on my plate
He did not want to be eaten; he did not want this fate
So, with hope and courage he leapt to the floor
I was sad a fry had fallen from my plate, but it was okay ‘cause I had more
I picked up this fry, set him aside on a napkin to throw him away later
But my best friend Laura wanted to keep him, give him something greater
And thus he became, Laura’s pet fry
Known forever as Frank Todo French-Fry
And he lives in a small purse
Where he continually rehearses a blank verse
He ages, and decays, safely tucked away
Glad to have been saved that fateful day
From being eaten, tossed in the trash, or even forgotten
Now his moldy potato frame, is bandaged and rotten
But Frank Todo French-Fry still lives
To this very day, somewhere misplaced in storage, he still lives

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Lost, Without Hope

Everywhere I look, all I see is nothing
A vast space full of water, the current pulling me out to nowhere
Kicking and screaming I’m trying to stay above the wild waves
But the crash and smash against me, the water filling my lungs
I cannot breathe and I cannot float much longer
I want so desperately to have something to cling to
But yet I am alone in this fight, to keep my mind above
To keep myself from sinking to the depths of depression
A dark, endless pit that I will not be able to escape
The burning anger above me
And sweltering sadness beneath me
Challenge me in my everyday
To try and hold on to the thin lines of reality
The lines that are blurring before my very eyes
I do not know how much longer I can keep
I want it all to end…but I do not want to end it all
I am so tired…so very tired
But sleep dances away from me,
Like a young child on a play ground, sleep runs and hides
The giggles of him I can hear, here and there
But I cannot reach him
He his beyond my capacities, beyond my boundaries
And I’m losing this fight to stay above the water
I feel like I’m drowning
‘ISN’T ANYONE THERE’ I cry
And I weep, but honestly I really don’t know why
Why I feel so trapped in this grey world
With no escape and no reverence
I am lost in the wild furls of my psychotic mind
Where no one can find me, no one can help me…save me
Alone and drowning I try to grasp onto the thin wisp of hope
But it is false and was gone before it ever appeared
I am lost, with nothing but the water and fire
The darkness, and terror
I have nothing to hold onto
Yet I keep fighting, I keep fighting this losing battle
But I do not know how much longer I will last

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Blood and Bullets

Inspired by the Connecticut tragedy and another minor shooting that happened in my home state
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Blood and Bullets

That night we cried ourselves to sleep
For each of the little children the blood did weep
Serve upon this misery and damage
No words will excuse the savage

The vultures swoop, spread the sugar coated lies
But still the frozen child dies
Yet they still wish to remove what little safety we have
But they fail to see that will not stop the slings and arrows they have

For the media projects the fame they crave
Like wild dingos they consume what we fail to save
Serve and protect is not the duty of just some but all as a whole
ALL AS A WHOLE

And we fail
And we fail

The cameras prance around like costumed horses in a dance
All the while the mud splattered reality burns and singes the lines of damned fantasies
We are to blame, shining glitter and fame on the damned souls that should be burned
We spit acidic words of hate all the while praising them in glittering spectral lights of fame 
They do not heed the angry words, but revel in the talk of them...them..
Them...

It's

All

About

THE KILLER

Blood and bullets pollute the spoiled ground but no one cares for the rotten
Sadness rings through for a week but soon the victims are forgotten
But no one forgets the criminal...Infamous
He is immortalized by the fame...fame...infamous

Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets

Blood stains
Bullets jump

dead forgotten
left rotten

Monster remembered

remembered

Blood and bullets

Blood

and bullets

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I Must Go

---inspired by a story character of mine
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Losing reality, losing my mind
I try to stay with you but I'm falling behind
This fate's going nowhere
I'm left hurting inside

Tomorrow's not coming
What are you becoming
Nothing is out there
Pain and suffering forthcoming

Nowhere to hide, I'm on my own
Feeling so empty and alone
Your hatred shines bright
Your heart, a deadened stone

This pain you inflict upon me
Hurts greater than I'll ever let you see
But still I love you so
Though I know you can-will never love me

I just hope you know
That even though the love I want from you will never be so
I'll always love you
But now, before it hurts anymore, I must go...

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Ballad of Dreams: One: Beneath the Realm Part One

Beneath the realm of Reality
Lies a secret- a world of fantasy
Feasting my eyes upon the faded stone
Delving into a vast world of the unknown

Whispers dance in the curling fog dancing amongst the dead trees
Murmurs of those who have long passed, float against the breeze
Passing the large tree, the gate surrounding the stoned castle
A slender inhabitant, dazzles my mind, his speech facile

Shall I trust this unknown creature, from this the unknown world
His arms, his...tendrils, curl...and around me swirled
My thoughts-he knows them-for he and I are entwined
Further into the dead woods I wonder, a sense of fear encompassing my mind

A bubbling stream I faintly hear, as further I go into the forest
The watery grave seeming to get closer, it's symphony-a chorus
Entranced I follow this fellow into the unknown
Closer and close to the stream i go, further away from the grey stone

Above the lines of fantasy
This, has become my reality
Dreaming-this land I return, once was I lost
But now here I am at home, everything quiet and soft

I search for you amongst the dead
And there, standing behind those gates is cloaked figure-hood on head
I wonder who this master of mystery is, but he soon disappears
A blink of my eye he is gone, and I have not seen him again in years

I search once more for you, my fiendish friend,
But soon I fear you have left me here-to come to my own end
I do not wish to wake, I do not wish to leave this place
Soon I come to spot your featureless face

The King of fright, so tender towards me
Showing me, when I lost my way so long ago, out misty dead trees
But I could not stay away, I wanted to see him again
And thus he promised to return to me again

That forest land I wish to see once more
But I have lost my way, trapped in a darkness forevermore
Kept away from what I so desperately yearn for
To return to that mysterious home I adore

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Darkness

September 29, 2012
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This secret life of lies you keep
Cause me to stumble and in pain to weep
Shine a light in the darkness
Help me travel safely through this darkness
This wretched, blasted dark you keep me in
All the doors locked, I crash into obstacles never to win
This race, not without a light
Without a glimmer, a candle, something to grant me some sight
Because I can't continue to wonder-
This darkness on my own blindly
I try to ease my way around the blocks
But still, in the dark, I fail to see the holes
And I fall-hard
And you're gone
And alone I weep
Because I cannot make my way without fail
All I ever wanted was to be your friend
But you will not let me in
So I continue to blindly wonder in the darkness
Always stumbling
Always falling
Always failing

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Through the Fields of Grace

Through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
Run away, set the pace

Live with your mind buried in the cries
So wrapped up in your warped lies
Nothing lives anymore; tomorrow everything dies

Slam the door and whisper their fate
Lie some more and open the gate,
The gateway to the hell you promised in frosted words of glorious hate

Lie to them, the ignorant FOOLS!
As they waste away...those useless tools

Slanderous words of false glory
They fail to see the underlying gory-

Deaths covered to hide the shame
That they lied to bring riches and fame

So through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
run away....and set, the pace