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Shattered Trust

The times we decide to put credence in others, 
Comes the time when said credence is made null.
Null and void.
The mind becomes devoid 
Devoid of trust. Why?
Devoid of faith. Why? 
The flabbergast that accompanies the 'shattering,'
Sometimes; no extrapolation.
No deduction. 

Shattered trust.

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When Silence Shrouds

When silence shrouds, he's consumed
Consumed by the nothingness that is everything
The nothingness that is everywhere 
Escape: futile. 
He resists, but his resistance is minute.
Such strife in his thoughts
Such angst in his mind.
When he needs them, 'They' seem aloof?
When he needs them, 'They' disappear? 
He feels 'They' don't understand
He feels 'They' won't understand.

Rift, distance confects
Confects between them: 'They'?
When silence shrouds, he's consumed
Consumed by the nothingness that is everything
The nothingness that is everywhere
Escape: futile?

Emotions are left in the nothingness of silence
For this reason, 'They' seldom hear them.
'They' seldom see him 
Though his physical being is ever-present.
When silence shrouds, he's consumed
Consumed by the nothingness that is everything
The nothingness that is everywhere
Escape.

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A Dream of Mama

She came to him whilst he sleeps
Relief and sadness flooded in
He wished they'd talk like they use to,
But this did not happen.

The dream was just a dream of his subconcious,
The dream he hopes for every night still evades
He dreamt her while she sleeps 
He dreamt her on that day,
That day they laid her to rest
That day they saw her for the last time

The day they shed flooding tears 
Tears of overwhelming sadness. 
That day, he dreamt her on
That day.

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Silent One Quiet Mind

Silent One?? Quiet Mind??

Silent one, quiet mind; no.
It never ceases, it never reposes. 
Constance is what it seeks.
'You', you wish to decelerate
You wish to slow its pace.
When?
Silent One, Quiet Mind.

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Lost Me

You left  and don't seem like you'll return
You left, and now I'm not me.
Left alone; left empty and desolate,
You abandoned me, you left me.
You left me in despair; in depression.
Should I be content with your decision?
Should I accept all that I am now
And stop seeking you?

You that is me; should I?
Am I suppose to leave the me I once was
And just accept the me that I am now?
The me that is in a depressive state.

I found you once, but you only resided
For a few moments.
Now I am unable to find you: permanently?
Do you wish not to be found?

I must say that I feel I should just leave. 
I should just stop searching and remain,
Remain in my current state.
Yes, that I'll do; remain I will.

If you wish, you can come and find me,
For I have abandoned my search
For the one who left, you: me.

If you cannot find me or wish not to,
I am content, I am fine with this me
The depressed and silent; I believe I'll keep.

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In Time

In time the inimicals, the doubts and uncertainties;
In time they'll go by, in time they'll pass. 
It is difficult to hear, difficult to see
Difficult to feel, difficult to deal with
But in time they'll pass. 
If the inimicals consume, then we lose.
We lose all hope of winning
All hope of triumph. Why? 
We gave in, we gave up we let the inimicals win.
We let them consume everything. 

With perseverance, we attain.
With perseverance, we accomplish. 
Perseverance should never lose its light. 
For its gleaming light, however picayune it may be
That is all we need to slowly drudge our way back.
Drudge our way back to the triumph.
Drudge our way back to the hope.
Drudge our way back to ourselves.
Drudge our way back from the inimicals. 
Drudge our way back to winning.

In time the inimicals, the doubts and uncertainties;
In time they'll go by, in time they'll come to pass.

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Eleven 13

His mind refuses to fathom
His heart refuses to accept
Such hurt and pain never die easily 
Shrouded in clusters, are his emotions
Never completely shown 
Never completely seen.
He misses you.

Happy Birthday
Mother.

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Sonnet 1

When was it that you became different?
You were never like this before ever.
Everything you used to do; efficient.
You're so intelligent, your bonds; you sever.
I cannot believeyou changed, you're altered.
When was it that you became dofferent?
Everything you used to do; sufficient.
You've come so far, yet you have just faltered.
I do hope you see soon enough, whats happened.
For you wede blinded bg gour own selfish greed,
Your wits have been blunt and dull; less sharpened.
Since your blindness you have neve ever.been freed.
Your a sycophant, an adulator; your a grovelor.
I am just floor'd; how you've become; brownoser.

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Wanted

Wanted

You go around searching for a place
That "place" being someone,
That place being something;
That place being somewhere;
Somewhere, you want to be wanted.

Thought he found it; he did: thought. 
That turned out to be an ersatz: faux.
He left. He found.
Found the same "place" 
A recurrence, a repeat
A déjà vu  of what he thought he left.
A déjà vu of what he thought he escaped
Wanted.

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Lost Me 2

Once more your lost
Not because of you, but
Because of someone.

Your lost because of a loved one,
Your lost because of a brother.
A brother has shoved you into darkness,
Darkness that will last for times to come.
Why? Because you feel it.

A feeling that you dread and despise.
Now that its here, what will you do?
Will you try finding 'you'?
Will you be content with your loss?
Will you try to find 'you'?
Will you?

This time, is it worse?
This time, is it harder?
Tears fill your eyes, but doesn't flow,
Why? Are you trying to keep them from falling? 
Are the tears just not falling?
Why?

This time, it seems your lost for good.
This time, it seems you will not find light.
This time your on your own, noone is there.
Noone is there to lend a hand,
Noone is there to be that light you need.
Noone is there to help you find 'you'.

This time, it seems your lost for good?