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One True Reality

My dysfunctional disorders are bigger than anything inside your existence. 
My distasteful attitude seems small, like nothing, only in my
Reality.
Their obsession with my aggression alters my perception, in their realm.
My disinterest with them pinning their twisted issues on me,
Its happening in my reality.
Things will be swell, though. I'll stay happy and mellow,
Ill let them keep their falsified dimension.
For my own happiness is around the corner, on the beach almost in reach. And happiness is the answer, my friend. It is the one true reality.

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The Burden I Carry

I had a nightmare, 2 nights ago
After 7 hours of fighting insomnia
This nightmare was hard to bear though
It forced my heart to sink into my gut, and caused me great nausea

In this dream, it was August thirteenth 
The temperature felt 70 degrees, it was bright and sunny
My arm tingled from the UV Rays and I felt relief 
I was in bliss and wanted sugar so I made a wish for some honey

But as I made that wish, this dream took a quick turn
Prism-like, ominous clouds started to swarm the sky 
Suddenly I wasnt outdoors anymore, causing me much discern
I breathed in through my nose to calm, so I would not cry

I was standing in the operation room at clermont hospital center
Seems I'm a scrub nurse, considered for promotion to resident
But I'm the only one at the table, no one allowed to enter
If they helped, the accountable would be everyone present

My test was to open a jar that was far from the normal
The purest golden honey was inside, but it didn't come from bees
This honey, as I was told by my cousin Taylor, afterall 
Was made of happiness, and that could cure any disease

I stood there shaking wildly, Taylor trying his best to advise
He was standing on the spectator platform to my rear
Since he wasn't allowed to interact, and Taylor has always been wise
He gave me a huge grin of confidence, that rounded past his ear

Time ticked by, I struggled for 12 hours to open this jar
My knuckles on both hands were bleeding and sore
Trying to achieve my dreams I had come so far
I've wasted my chance, and now it's all broken up and done for

The timer buzzed finally. It screamed, piercing me like a wraith
Taylor faded away into a puff of smoke and I was in solitude 
I laid the jar on the ground in defeat, since I had lost my faith
The dream faded away, waking me in my current foul mood

This poem is a metaphorical explanation 
Of the burden I have carried for far too long, you see
This dark depressing mindset has long since been taken
Now I'm beyond help from others, only I can help me

                Tuesday April 16th, 2019

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Forge

Become heat, for the forge,
   so that the armor you bear will shine brightly.
       Your soul maketh radiance unmatched,
         so as the sunrise does lick over the lakes.
 
           Be mindful, yet indeed gaze,
            for the path ahead blazes with flames.
            Control your fear from the terrifying heat,
           the armor, you can assure, is resilient.

          Be proper, also be fully patient, 
        light hath forged your armor and you are strong.
     Life shall pay the fortune your heart lacks,
and I do hope this warms and soothes your soul.

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They Are Your Monkeys

A child gazed upon a jester, whom appeared to be in distress
"Why do you seem so down, Mr. Clown?" She did request 
The clown gasped, for this child could easily see he was depressed
He silently frowned, looking down, and then he scratched at his chest 

He took to himself, frantically thinking of a lie to sell
For the clown had a secret that he hid very well
And, he had a vast variety of methods for portrayal
For this clown was exceptionally poetic, though his own books wouldn't sell

Then he realized, that the truth might cause her dismay, somehow 
So, he would help this child laugh, until sweat dripped from her brow
So, he told her not of the troublesome day, that had spun his smile around,
And, he simply made up a story called "They are your monkeys now"

And, as he finished the tale, his own expression, you see
Was a look of pure joy! For, he had filled this child with glee!
"Encore! Bravo!" The child cheered and clapped amicably 
And, they both continued to laugh together, uncontainably 

After a while, they stopped to rest, it seemed the laughing had cleared the air
The clown took a small breath, wiped his brow, and then he declared
"I'm not sad, child. I am fine, smile, and do not stay despaired.
 How could I be sad? Seeing your face turn red from my tale, shows that you cared!""

The point of this tale. Try it, and you might be amazed
You can rid yourself of troubles, for just a few days
Your fears, worries, and all your crappy greys
If you ignore the world's negativity, your frown may float away into the haze

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As Old As Time Itself

As I grow older, I ponder what it really means to be, and why so much hatred exists.
I think about out where humankind went wrong, and why we constantly speak with our fists.
In the beginning, humans were designed to be good company for a lonely creator.
As life started, we continued to grow, even though humanity hadn't any clue what we were evolving for.

Mankind then took their lives into their own hands, and grew to it's own personal standing.
Thinking they knew what was best, they continued to push others around, constantly demanding.
But according to the plan, told in the beginning of everything, our free will wasn't meant for harm.
Yet, we turned against one another, twisting each others words, and in return we all stopped lending an arm.

So I sit here today, pondering this situation in its entirety, coming to one final thought.
What If our true existing purpose, is to try our greatest, no matter how hard we've fought?
Our eternal judgments aren't based on what other humans do to our well being.
It is in our own happenings and actions, that in the end every soul will be revealing 

Now I say this to you, my reading friend, and I believe we should all heed this true call.
Care for your fellow men and women, and together we will never fail to stand tall.
For in the end, of all that is good, evil, and neutral that walks on this planet,
We are all made equal, everyone viewed as one, and that is the way that He had orginally planned it.

               
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               Thursday, June 6th, 2019

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Homeless Mentality

Extensive loneliness 
Crushing my existence 
My frail body ground into the soil
My brittle soul stuck in eternal turmoil 

I plead you

Everlasting agony 
Torturing my mind, you see
My broken thoughts sucked into vacuum
My shattered body laid in a tomb

I beg you

Endless nothingness 
I deserve nothing less
My pathetic body forgotten in the ground
My shattered soul is done staying around

I don't understand you

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Many Moons Ahead

Thinking about us and thinking back to the day we met,
Thinking about current circumstances, it was a planned bet.
The cards were lain out long ago, before we had any ache,
The chips were already locked in, no one else could partake.
Destiny locked us in together. Welded the door and such,
It was comforting, to have met someone who offered a crutch.
I was broken at that moment. My heart and head were screaming.
Yet alas, there you appeared like smoke from thin air, your attitude bright and beaming.
I hesitated, but stayed regardless of my ponders, all for thee.
Everyone thought I was insane, and that includes even me.
Our thoughts and minds blended together amazingly.
Our hearts and souls resonated together wholeheartedly.
Suddenly, out from the random and distant blue, 
We started arguing and fighting, and I feel guilty for things I did towards you.
We took a break, tried to separate, but fate hadnt forgotten our entwinement.
For it forced us back, yet something seemed to lack, and I wonder if you felt confinement.
In this current moment, I ponder this all.
Take account to how we shall rise, and where we shall fall. 
Concluding for the moment, not the final decision, please take note.
Is it time for atonement? Has our destiny risen to its final vote?
Maybe I shouldn't ponder this, for you know my current standing.
Should I leave for a while? Or is my brain misunderstanding?

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My Amphetamine

The anger I feel, it currently rains
Its the fuel that drives my reigns 
It pumps my blood through my veins
Breaking the skin at times, leaving stains 

It builds, increases, stacks and never ceases
It pumps, courses, I never know the reason
It needs to halt, wait, stop before the creases
Rip, tear, show too much wear. It is like treason 

But regardless it is not speed, or an aphrodisiac 
And it is not a drug for an insomniac 
It is not a synthetic made craft like ketamine or crack
It is pure rage. It is natural born. It is my Amphetamine, in fact. 


                                          Neronero
                                          April 9th, 2019

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Unusual To the Abnormal

What can i learn from you?
And if you step in my shoe?
No, that wasnt a typo, I tell you.
I essentially have only one support tool.

Though I do not mean a leg at all.
It's not that I'm too short, or tall.
But if i stand i will still fall,
So let me tell you why I built this inner wall.

Always feeling bullied, always put on display.
Usually feeling hurried, internally to say.
My mind is worried,this repeating play,
It's old, it's annoying, I want it to go away.

Go for it, tell me that it's a fault of my own design
Trust me, I've heard it before, "you always cry and whine"
"I'm tired of your mouth, go away you ugly swine!"
I've heard worse from you myself. And even more from the grape vine

So I've decided. I'm done being formal.
My mind is now one sided. I'm on display at your local mall
And this pain I've bided, Its why I have that inner protective wall
And now I am blinded, Even amidst the absolute abnormal

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You'Re the Pretender, Not Me

Ticking clock seems to progress too slow
All the while my disorders take control of everything I see
Everyone watches, examines my actions, as if they know 
When told otherwise, they blame and point fingers at me.

It hurts, when they are the closest people I have around
It hurts, when they dont listen to my pleas 
It hurts, when told I'm faking, forcing me further down
And God it hurts, when those very people who stay, leave.

My arm has taken alot of physical damage
My legs have recieved alot of the same
Scars are not hidden from my bodily image
Adding more scars could ruin my name.

Go ahead and tell me I'm faking again
Sit there on your throne up high, judging all you see
And as my soul crumbles to ash in the end,
I want you to watch it, and realize you're the pretender, not me