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A Nightmare

If anything could ever be more perfect than what was before my eyes at that time, I'd have to see it to
believe it.

Her eyes glittered like diamonds in the morning sun. It was truly a sight of proportions beyond any normal
human's thoughts. She stepped toward me with the utmost grace and delicacy, along the rugged concrete in
a beautiful, shimmering black dress that came down to her ankles and some expensive looking shoes. I
wasn't sure why she was dressed so glamorously, but nevertheless, she was and it was gorgeous.

When she approached me, I couldn't even say a word before her warmth embraced me. I never wanted to
let go. It was a feeling of pure bliss. The one I loved and I felt that love returned to me, as I siphoned it
through my soul.

A drop of rain caught my attention, as I let go I proceeded to pull a compact umbrella out of my sweater
pocket. The rain grew heavier, and as it did i managed to get my umbrella to open to shield her from the
dark downpour.

It became darker and darker as more and more clouds gathered up and blocked out the sun. The rain
became torrential, the winds grew. A beautiful day turned into a storm as quick as the lightning that struck
above us.

We walked toward a bus stop, to go somewhere; I wasn't entirely sure where we were headed, my body
seemed to move uncontrollably. But as I walked, I noticed her moving farther and farther away. She had
stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk.

Blood gathered in pools on the ground, meshing in with the rain, dripping off her back. The dress was torn
and the shoes were gone. She fell to her knees and placed her face in her hands.

I ran to her. I couldn't tell if I was crying or if the rain was just gathering on my face. I touched her back, and
there was nothing, nothing but a gaping wound, a gash that was bleeding profusely. I tried to clear her hands
away from her face, but they wouldn't move. I reached once again for her hands, and before they could even
get halfway, a shriek of decibels unknown escaped her lips; a siren's scream it seemed, it deafened me and
sent me flying though the night sky.

The love of my life.

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Moving Away

I am living a nightmare, blackened, an ugly 
Life where not for a second can I look back
All that matters now is my future, and the past is erased
What I have done cannot be taken back, and what I will do
Has yet to be known
But I am afraid 

What I loved, taken from me, countlessly.
What I enjoyed, slain at my feet
Who I saw to be my influences, my peers, walk away into the darkness
Isolating me.
Who can i connect to?

The ones I will soon see before me stare back at my personality with closed eyes.

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It (This Used To Be a Story In Paragraph Form)

Its truly difficult to put everything I'm feeling into words this way.
I don't know what to think
I don't know what to do.
I'm partly confused and partly in another world.
I can't find a way to describe myself at this present time.
I'm a hodgepodge of things no one can understand.

When I sleep, its all I think about.
When I'm awake, it's all i think about.
During class, when I need ultimate concentration, it's still all i think about.
I'm a mishmosh of feelings only I can interpret.

Every single day it brushes my thoughts aside and makes room for itself in my head.
It kicks the school thoughts out of my mind and sits there, refusing to move, plaguing my brain with constant
thinking.
I can't explain it, and if you guess it, you'll probably be wrong.
When I try to listen to other people I might drift away from the conversation because of it.
I've neglected others because of it
And given attention to others as well
And to some, I've left as is, nothing has changed between me and them because of it.
Some try to help me with it, and succeed with the minor things, and fail with the complications, because it's
impossible to understand.

I can't say it, but I can hint it.
I can't put it out in the open yet.
I'm timing myself with it.
But each day is like another 5 years.
It's making time go by slower and slower
Wanting me to finally free it from my head and make it a reality, but I try to ignore it.
It's then that it finds me in my slumber

I consistently dream about it, and wake up at the early morning hours.
It recurs three or four times a night before I get up to go to school.
I daydream about it too.
It wants to be free, but I'm not ready.
And I don't think you are either

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Love To Ashes, Love Arises

There was a time when everything was dark
In my life, and i was a man who had nothing
To live for, until i met you
Everything just reversed itself, it changed my life completely

I felt compelled to do every little thing for you
I could never say no to anything you said, and
I could never tell you that you couldn't do this
Or that, and everything was wonderful, peaceful
And nothing felt like it could tear us apart

We were invincible, a wall of hard rock that could
Never be carved into, and never be broken
The love we made was so pure that it shot me away
Into a world of pleasure, its beautiful aroma sent shivers down
My spine as we constantly sent our vibes of love through each other

All was right and all was well, there was nothing that
Could stop me from loving you, and well
I was wrong to think that when i saw you with that
Other man, and my heart sunk to the floor
The tears from my eyes felt like acid upon my cheeks
Burning my flesh and destroying my soul
Ripping apart every bit i love i ever had for you
I could never imagine this happening, and yet
Right in front of my eyes there it was, and i couldn't help
But shriek in emotional pain and run to you

Screaming in your face i asked for an
Explanation for this horror i saw before me
I cried so much, i could've dehydrated from the tears
And with the same grief inside she broke down in front
Of me, and one part of me wanted to take you outside
And console you, and calmly ask you, so that
None of this broke out to a point where one of us
Might die

And another part of me wanted to take you by the neck
And tear your appendages apart till all that was left
Was a lifeless corpse, squirming on the floor till
It collapsed and died in front of me
But that, i thought to myself, would be just sick
And i erased it from my brain

She apologized, a million times i thought
And my love took over again
I felt the love to forgive her, despite the
Blackened sting inside from that vision
Of her with that stranger

Now, together again, i see this light shining from our
Bodies joined together hand in hand
It was oh so true, nothing could stop us
Nothing in the world could break us
Tear us apart, and crush us
We were invulnerable to anything
We were one

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Lived a Lie

An ill-formed conception of life, is mine
What once was truth, is now false
What once was accepted, swiftly rejected
What once was common belief is now something I must take back
I watched my past float away in a cloud of smoke
When I saw it in front of me
Clear-cut, undoubtedly mine, I stared
Wide eyed, confused, and awestruck
That I had lived a lie

Sitting in the dark, utter disbelief
The blackness reflected my terror
The feelings I felt were unreal, and yet
I felt like there was a purpose
I had a sense of purpose
Looking blankly into a magazine paper, infused with incredibility
Knowing I had lived a lie

I had lived a lie
I had lived comfortably
Because what I thought was true
Now I live in fear
And in constant observation
Because I had lived a lie

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Lovelust

The more I watch the more I see
You're just the kind I thought
In my eyes you've gone from loved to just a memory
What happened inside....did it feel wrong?

Just never able to let a glance pass
You always had to give a passing glance
Your love for others has turned to lust
And our love together has turned to dust

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Vivid Dream Part 2 (Based On True Events)

I turned the corner into a beautiful living room with a leather couch 
The finest, softest leather you could ever feel
But the leather didn't catch my eye; it was the dark silhouette of a man
Sitting quietly, crying. Just crying.
With a body at his feet. My grandmother, passed away several months before
Was before my eyes, lying dead on the ground
And my body lost control again

The silhouette of the man moved, and revealed only his clothes 
His face was still blackened by the surrounding darkness
I watched him collapse to his knees, and cry over the body
There was nothing I could do but watch, like I was strapped to a chair in a straitjacket

The man's face flashed through a beam of light
And his hand revealed a gun
To his chin he placed it and fired
And died

My body shot up in awakening terror when I heard my father on the phone that morning
My grandfather had killed himself and my aunt had revealed it
My dream was more than just a dream, it was a revelation
A revelation not worth forgetting, but one I would love to forget

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Pressure

It seems my past few weeks have been so confusing
Craftily put together by destiny 
With a touch of stupidity I feel inside
A sprinkle of embarrassment
And a small bit of self pity
I feel like the King of mistakes
And the pressure's only closing in ever so much faster

The chances are oh so high
Being thrown from grace to Hell is only so easy
Taken from my friends, who I hold so dear
And placed into this mishmosh of people
I don't even know
The pressure keeps on closing in quicker and heavier

However holly jolly I may seem to be
Holly jolly I may, just as quick, cease to be
My days are numbered, my time, short
The help I need to fix my life is there
I just can't seem to put my finger on who it may be.

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Vivid Dream Part 1 (Based On True Events)

I traveled along a dark road one night
With the chill winds of a cold winter brushing against my exposed arms
This one side street proved to be one I will never forget 
But so, at the same time, I can't make any promises with memory

It was empty, quiet, not a soul to be found
Not a single voice echoed off the bricks
The only light shining came from the 24-hour deli
The sole purpose of my walk

Approaching the light it grew brighter and brighter
Until the door seemed engulfed in white
My body lost control. I was a puppet to my subconscious
The door swung open and I stepped into the light
Bright as the Sun

Forever falling, so it seemed
Was I being told something? 
I knew I was dreaming, but not what this meant
And, to me, all dreams have a meaning somewhere

I hit a concrete floor, and felt a
Sharp pain. It seemed so real; it was more vivid than anything I could've conjured up from my mind
I looked around, and saw houses
Small, but wide, fit for a fine family
It looked familiar to me, like I had seen it before.
And so, I had to continue on
I refused to wake up. I had to see this to the end because
I was curious

I chose a house
Instinct drove me to that one small house on the corner
Why did my mind choose this? Where was I?
This had to have been a place of importance, but I couldn't place my finger on it

The door was wood, splintered and seemingly wrecked
And it had a window that was shaped like the NBC logo
The rest of the house was fine, perfect condition
Upon observing the walls the door vanished into smoke and ashes

I stepped inside, and all I could hear was an echoing cry
It was an angst filled cry, no tears of joy filled this dark home
I thought I knew where I was now
It was all too familiar