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Nastalgic from another night of no sleep.
symptoms of my illness.
Routeen.
i breath in the moring air into my lungs only to feel more empty.
the silence becongs me to sit and enjoy the morining seclusion.
left defencless to the shouting in my mind.
a cannon of voice.
i try to push it away.
i laugh and enjoy myself with friends,not allowing them to see or think of what im actually
feeling.
i like it better that way.
to share will only bring pain to them.
what right do i have to give my sarrow to another.
to spread this desease, i wish for no one to have.
i laugh.
even at home when im alone i laugh.
i'll laugh and feel a warm tickle down my cheek.
it's all so funny.
i feel the dampness of my skin and still my laughter continues.
out of control.
no stoping.
laughing and yet tears run from my eyes.
running from thier inprisionment.
loosing myself.
Irony.
unable to stop thine own actions.
allarmed by my outburst.
body is farther or more behind my mind?
which is it?
i just find myself more comicle in my confusion and i laugh more.
this humor in that which i can't see,but still feel and taste.
the salty dampness of the fallen tears.
the pain and releife in my own laughter.
the jumbled thoughts that seem to be jumbled so much that they are uncomprehenceable.
my misplaced laughter and tears together.
oh what did she think?
the only one to see my meltdown.
im sure she laughed and shrugged it off as well.
haha.
is it insane that i welcome this action to come again?
to wish to study my own insanity?
is this even comprehencible to the human mind?
perhaps mine is tampered with.
perhaps what some may call dammaged.
but just like my eyes,it allows me to "see" the world in another way.
what would the world be worth if all we had to look forward to was the sunrise?
i much woud rather look forward to the moon's dance in the night sky.
it manages to glow off anothers light.
even tho it can never create it's own light,it managed to find a way to give us light even in
the darkest night.
the stars,even tho they shall burn out don't stop shining brightly till thier end.
tho we know that life will end, the thing is that science prooves that we never die.
energy is never created or destroyed.
i hope i shared my energy with the earth,as i cried,as i laughed.
i hope my insanity will just cause more energy to be with the earth.
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The time for your warmth,
Left to feel bitter coldness,
Decieving beauty
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woven,little strands
all intertwining in silent dance
curving,changing form,morphing.
moving,stoping one path and forming another,
strands of my inner being.
confuzed,matted and twisted,frayed and torn,
enriched and dieng.
stretch and receading,
fragmented.
the faces of my soul.
aged and worn.
new and bold.
dark and light,
conguzing to the sight
woven little strands of my thoughts,
colide and couse caos.
woven little strands of my soul,
colide and make me indivisible,
or invisible to my own recolection.
woven little strands,
curve and shape my thouts,
fragmented and uneasy to disyfer.
woven little strands of my memory,
intertwining in story.
little strands,
little strands that crate me.
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I love the way your hair shines in the sun,
How I can look at you and forget to ever be sad,
Looking deep into your eyes and seeing a galaxy of dreams,
The texture of your shaggy hair,
Shaping of your hands,
Fraiming of your smile,
The same green jacket you always wore,
Caracter that held me close,
Each day that passes I long for you more.
Your voice brought me peace,
Your laughter brought me hope.
Hope to be with you and your love for the rest of my days.
Now distance has torn us apart,and with it ripped us to shreads of matter,
Fibers,
Strings.
Meening and vertue lost to the tide pulling and pushing us.
The meening of being lost yet again to the world
Blinded by the fog of distress that lingers in our hearts.
These dificulties of being apart.
Sleep only left to confort,
as it holds our fragile minds in an illusion of joy,
Untill a day where we don't have to rely on dreams any more.
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A tiny room to fill, still bare and inviting
mother and child in a new place
the walls were bare and a dirty white
yet I seemed to stare at them each night
There was a tiny old homey stove
but we didnt have gas to make it light
There was a little tiny table
However there were never dinners upon it
we had a tub that i loved
old yet warm
from the corners to the door
that place was a new home
yet it never seemed to last
we left that place like we had the last
left for another path
but i left behind something special
a home if possible
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the night brought happiness to my side.
heart's restless tide.
pretending it brought you to my side in my faded dreams.
night brought the love of my life to my eyes.
secluded in my own hearts desprate desire.
no relaxation for my soul's fire.
cool and calm but lonely tears allowed to cry.
the moon's peaceful gaze upon my pittiful nights.
stars dancing for the sun to rize.
dancing for the night's demize.
calling to me the reality i stride to escape from.
lonely walks;seclusion's control.
the sun melts my illusions.
left to my heart's isolations.
masks to live in the day.
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