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Ryan Palmer Poem
Am i one of them? Evolving body Parts To Pistols
using emotions as ammo turning there Hearts To Missles
It feels like an artificial path that i Took To Train
everyone resembles eachother we all Look The Same
Digging Holes deeper to Earn The Debt
Finding myself Non-purposed to Burn The Rest
Words print out my lost breaths bringing fourth Cold Notation
I am still a dedicated human searching for my Soul's Location
Pondering about the image that Eats At The Scenary
For its the reason im placed as a Piece Of Machinery
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Glide Slowly, For Life Is Endless
Lifless Image
Pricless Sentence.
Ive Tried To Finish My Last Canvas Of Art
The Sky's The Limit, Black Bandage For Hearts
Hearts? I Can Stand If Im Arched
So, I Use My Back For Support
Imagine That I Cant Relax
The Music Seperates My Ora
My Story Book
Graphic As War.
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I know the common symptoms
of our consequences
or where drama sends us.
Thats why i try to find an emblem
that will bind our missions.
But, You lie to listen
which replys your mind is a sign of wisdom,
And, i dont mind to mention one of my intentions
its to Save a girl who Hates the world but still walked by and missed it.
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Chidren sitting by the fireplace for my
Boys Are Still Young
Watching them, then from a distance I hear the
Noise Of Real Guns
We have a
Choice To Still Run-
but we find more closure trying to hide to
Avoid The Teal Sun
The front door is opening i yell
Loydd And Will Run
My direction is where they
Point The Steel Ton-
I gallop through the room trying to
Join The Children
When all and all the
Point Just Feels Dumb-
I awake in a dark chamber with
Poison Filled Lungs
Closer to death i think where did they get the
Joy In Kill From
Poison seeping deeper turning
Joints To Chilled Numb
I slowly fade away untuil my
Voice Of Will's Done
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Smooth Plum Petals Waking Me From Sleep
I Stand Hollow As I Watch The People Breathe
Vagrant Jolts Subside Beneath My Halo
Beneath My Physics,
Indeed Im Gifted But I Stand Deprived
My Place Of Mental Replys I Am Alive
Or Shall I Die
I Cant Deny A Colorless Path
Other Then That, The Image Of Me
Isnt Supreme Cause I Live In A Dream
Past Reality And Past The Truth
Absent truth Is Captured Proof
After You Believed In Me
Easily I Failed It Seemed To Be
I Mean To Keep My Plum Petals Hidden
But Living In This Dream Luminates Sunsets
Bringing Fourth My Petals Of Plum
Purple Petals When Its Settled Its Done
Petals Of One
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