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LIFe. as i see it is distorted and bland.
i wish to be on the beach easin my mind in the sand.
the sound of the wave's take away my pain.
who but me is to blame.
i feel happy then sad i wanna ride the never ending train.
my eye's n heart seem to rain.
LOSING her has left a never ending pain on my brain.
on my there's a permenant stain.
LIFe as i see it is peaceful sometime's then i get hurlled into my own mind.
my thought's i can't find. some day's i feel as if i'm BLIND.
I'M mean today tommorrow i could be kind.
DONT KNO WHICH 1 IT'LL BE MAYB U'LL FIND.
LIFe as i see it is hard to explain.
i wanna lay n earase my mind n the rain.
m i OKAY? or m i INSANE?
LIFe as i see it is like no1 else can.
My GRAMMY was my biggest fan.
LIFe as i see it is distorted most the time.
will i be not right today or will i be fine.
I wish the sun could BRIGHTEN my day n make my heart SHINE.
LIFe as i see it change's everyday.
bring her back to me god i pray.
I wanna feel the SUN's ray.
what else can i say.
i just LIVE lif DAy 2 DAy.
LIFe as i see it i wish other's could.
there's things i cant do that i know i should.
TAKE AWAY MY PAIN I WISH SOME1 ELSE COULD.
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I cling to my ignorance
and stay close to my ways
for what I write will never change
my heart is unable to set me free
to become the child I wish to be
my innocents was stolen
and I never had a choice
but now I am ready,
so this is my voice
Picture this,
early morning wake up
to see your father by your side
seven years old
your fears come to life
you see an image
of a monster in your sleep
two years later
and not much wiser
your now seeing
a monster with a lighter
his voice is known
but still not placed
twelve years old
and you finally
place that face
you father
lights up another cigarette
and burns it to your skin
your eyes start to shut
from the drugs
he's fed you again
thirteen years of age
and your acting strange
you know the things
that only brings shame
how do you tell them
what he did
he was your father
you were only a kid
you'd be outcasted
and he doesn't do it
that often anymore
only every other night
because it makes you sore
fourteen and you finally say
no longer will he have his way
for here comes the judgement day
and I have won
my life no longer
will come undone
I finally let the secret slip
and to the hell I'm in now
I drink another sip
of toxic to my life of lies
the drugs I take
are better each time
but they still aren't enough
to keep you out of my head
you come back each time
with more and more thread
to stitch the web you weave so well
but I still watch as you burn in Hell,
you be the judge of my childhood strife
would you be honest and say
you'd keep your life
I am sixteen now
and can't stand the crowds
I watch my back and
write poems like these
my dad was a killer of dreams
and a lustful theif
Hieroglyphics...
State Specific...
Horrific Acts...
Pseudoscientific Facts...
Change Like Holistic Rath......
I'm Walkin The Mystic Path...
With This Simplistic Hat...
Watching This Capitalistic Crap...
With My Characteristic's Traped...
These Parametric Statistic'S Colap's...
I Stair At The Skeptic's & Laugh...
Like Holographic Holograms...
We Stop The Tragic With Solid Stands...
This Common Magic Will Abolish Man...
Within All The Glands...
Is Karma's Hand's...
Weiving Your Life...
Retrieving Your Light...
Before You Dye...
You Do More Then Cry...
Fortify...
Your Former Eye...
To Obsorb The Sky...
The Orcher'ds Dry...
From Neglected Times...
Where You Checked The Lines...
Before Signing Your Life Away...
You Might Just Say...
It's A Good Time To Pray...
You Could Save A Life Today...
In A Rightcious Way...
But In-Stead Your Stuck In A Defiant State..
With A Giant Plate...
Of Tired Hate...
The Wired Gate...
Has A Higher Fate..
But You Retired Late...
To Your Originally Desired Space...
Just To Find Your Face...
The Same As It's Away's Been...
Many thought processed
few were understandable
confusion corupts comprehension
leaving my mind in shambles.....
Loss without explanation
or explanation for the loss
whats suppose to be free to all
for me has a cost.....
Love to live life as life is to be lived
or life never lived due to loss of love
where do we turn when the world turns
and there's nobody left to trust.....
Fighting an endless battle
for the battle within ones mind
why doesnt anyone understand
for the battle took my life....
my soul was sold for mere less than worth
as i was quick to give it up
for i am so quick to give
not realizing i sold the me I used to love.....
then my mind began to slip away
and I got lost in my thought
i seemed to over analyze the depth of each word
until my mind got completely lost.
and then my heart faded til it was gone
no longer passionate like i was before
passion ran out and before is gone
and being rational is the biggest chore.
As it stands, I am alone lost someplace
or maybe someplace is alone and lost
and I happen to be there
I could be wrong about what going on
or what now happening has me a little scared....
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Is wedlock the true route to all conjugal bliss,
Nuptial excitement that starts with a kiss?
Or is it the halter after the altar,
That threatens to fetter and make life not better?
The fondling and cuddling and nights of long snuggling,
Changed overnight to ones, of alcohol guzzling.
A churlishness now in the partner is found,
From a beloved spouse to an obnoxious bloodhound.
She a fabulous cook,now sports a grumpy old look;
He's turned from intimacy to reading a book.
Love and coquetry has come to an ebb,
Finding affections in a new kind of web.
Monogamy turns to Polygamy slowly,
And perhaps doing things even more lowly?
From celibacy to intimacy and words we can't shout,
Now their connubial contact lies down and out.
They denounce and renounce and have their say,
To begin a life in a new kind of way.
Leaving it all to their legal belief,
Divorce now brings in,some kind of relief.
But where it will lead is anybodys guess,
For the ball is now rolling and lifes in a mess.
=== Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
What you might be thinking
Is greasy food and headaches
Along with delayed flight drinking
But that is a common mistake
The One essential power of essence
Retains no part of things organic
Are feeling of pride among all present
All you deserve is the same manic
Stressed out life of the homeless peasant
If you looking down you should Be giving
So put down your hatred
Take a long look at yourself
Don't grasp reality
Its a fools way to limit themselves
Those who choose to stay deserving
Among all of life that wanders hell
His soul is judged and sent for burning
And the thing is they judge thyself
So when you ready to board
Like luv fields best set way
No assigned seats, no meals ordered
Just remember on that day
Leave all things petty right were they lay
Because only the truth may enter
No personality no rank or pay
This is for the humble sinner
So if you ever find your spot
And get a boarding pass
You can get in but bags can not
We know it wont last
Now board the spirit plane
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You can't kill
a man with soul
They forgot to engrave
His fate on his forehead
And draw the roads
To a proper life on his palms
But he knew
He knew that life belongs
To those who could touch
Touch bodies, send messages
Through skin
Seek one another in sense
Taste the fibres of dreams
Through the mist
And drink sweat from
The man who has taken
Against the mountain
One who isn't afraid to dream
he watches her in his sleep
she is the example of steady fate
Eyes sharper than razor blades
A mouth quicker than a whip
But smiles like the sun
Could rise from inside it
Bringing with it rays
Of happiness and hope
She says its a place she's seen
De ja vu or a dream
Something,
Its untouched and oh so new
She fears it
She loves it
He wants to see it
Feel it
Bodies wrestling against
The staccato rhythm of the hearts
That ask to be spoon fed
From the pot of molten feelings
Trying to find their place
In eyes all too familiar to the quest
But not looking to verify
Its findings nor its confinements
You can't kill a man with soul
He knows
So sweet memories that lie within the lines, the lines of fate and the lines of time,
for if we were just one life in a long line of lives then we would be helpless within a
long endless vine of emotions and calls that falls away in the dark so this one word
you say becomes a broken piece of art.
What does this heart show what does your life mend into a stretched out lie where
your web was woven so tight around your neck where every voice in your head
starts to crash, like a memorized lecture that was supposed to be said word after
word goes straight through your head unlike any other your heart has gone bare
with another dark line you end in a glare for ever word you say stretches the truth
for everything you mean is just another lie by you, your inner mind a voice of
wisdom and a waste of time,
Here is my column of a warned and wounded life a worrying and painful
empty mind… here lays my strife intertwined with danger how sweet this dark is
when it’s mixed with a stranger within the mirror image
It’s at a time like this
That I try to convince myself
To stay positive and enthused
But its one of those days
When I’m feeling so confused
Better if I just stay in bed
And take my time
And think of nothing instead
My thoughts like spaghetti
that swamp my mind
Will slowly start
To unravel and unwind
Things start to make sense
Growing in confidence
To face the days of come what may
Leaving the doubts of yesterday
It’s at a time like this
That the prayers and the wishes
That I’ve secretly said
Won’t be heard
They’ll just stay in my head
But the fact that I’ve said them
Seems to help with the problem
It’s at a time like this
When I remember
That a part of my life is now over
A part of my life is now gone
Time to turn the page
Leaving behind whatever went wrong
It’s at a time like this
Though that part of my life that is over
I’m glad that now I can clearly see
Through my pain and forgiving
I can move forward and believe in
A happier future for me.
word after word, piece after piece.... is this how we live our life?... is life a
puzzle... does it have a board you have to follow? the moon we see is that a piece too?
can anyone in this world give me a hint? can they help me out? do they want to see all my
scars? is the knifes i used a game too?... is loving someone a game... do I even have
feelings?.... do I need to get hurt again? do I need to hurt people... do I need to die
before actually being alive and born? do I need to suck poison out before I EVEN got
that?..... would I need to sit back and learn and watch? tick after tick, noise after
noise.... do you know how much trouble I will be in... do you know the punishment? do you
even know what I am? do you know how I work? so of course... this is true.... life is a
puzzle and it's up to me to put them together.... even know it'll change every single
day... even if you kill yourself... life is STILL a puzzle and it helps you through the
agonizing painn :'(
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