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The trouble with me

The trouble with me, besides what you've seen
is the way I get drunk on your eyes and slit my
wrists to the way you smile in your sleep.
Should have known this love would be my
damnation.
The passion behind every kiss were figments of a
jaded imagination.
So I play my music on this old dirt road,
While I smoke something dangerous.
Anything to take away this hopeless rose, once our
love that's wilted and fallen on to the pavement.
I'll forever remember those moments where time
somehow stood still.
The way my heart would skip beats,
Such a euphoric thrill.
Suffice it is to say I've gone through a change.
A metamorphosis made in a patchwork of rage.
Tired of playing these games I call it a day, drifting
off to the abyss in staggered and dazed.
Maybe to see a path to a better future the next time
that I wake.

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Corroded

I want to curl up into a ball, under a rock
and just be forgotten.
I don't want to take up space anymore
I've watched myself die 1,000 different ways
while gazing at the reflection in the mirror
Pupils different sizes, and what could be a permanent frown 
Fill up the bath - submerging myself
holding my breath underwater
wishing I'd just fade away
Fade away into the nothingness
I already feel.

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caged

As the years pass me by,
I've remained stuck in a cage.
Built up by my fears, 
made strong by my rage.
I sometimes get to wander free in a garden filled with color.
A blissful peace within myself, forgotten moments after it's discovered.
Retreating back to the comforts of my cage.
A confinement of my mind, body, and soul.

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Yesterday's Oasis

If I was to be gone tomorrow,
I would surely regret today.
Just as I would all these wasted days, months, and years.
At peace when saying I no longer fear death.
It's all boiling over now....
Everything I've fought to repress.
Feeling a heaviness 
Steadily crushing my chest.
Drowning in shallow pools of nothingness in my mind.

Once an oasis, my forever hideaway.
became a small alcove, unreachable on most days.
On a shoal deep within.
Scattered throughout the sands, lay the remnants of my being.

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castles

Building castles in the sky.
Some call it a fool's paradise.
It is my eutopia.
I choose to dwell in the clouds.

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trees

Gazing upon a misty blude ridge
A lone tree swaying, leaning, just dancing in the wind.
 As the wind whistles all around, I hear the most enchanting sound.
It's the sound of myself laughing in a way I've not heard.
I am one with the trees, mother nature, and Earth.

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One Picture

A single still image
can create infinite
beginnings and endings.
You just have to open your mind
to the unexplored.
Open your heart to things unexpected.
Allow your soul to take a
journey into the unknown.

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Artistic

Pull out a single sheet of paper after burning a fat doobie.

These colored pencils,paints, and pens. 

How you do something to me.

As my thoughts are drawn out in black and shades of grey.

The color within 
reveals the cluster f**k
 that is my brain.

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Broken Clock

As I sit here 
I can hear a broken clock
Tick.. 

Tock...

 Tick..

Minutes turning into hours
Each one faster than the one before



 The constant motion from both its hands,

 has started to make me sick.

intrusive thoughts begin to creep 
slithering like a serpent 
Through my mind 

The ticking has stopped as

Death's whispers tauten round' my neck.

The last sound I heard was that broken clock 


Tick...

Tock ..

Tick...

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Drugs

I've never been slapped with such a hard dose of
reality
With talks of old memories being laughed off
It hit me
began enveloping my senses
What I endured was abuse.
In more ways than I've led myself to believe. & Now it seems

These drugs have a tendency
to numb all my senses.
My self indulgent deeds
Have destroyed my inner sanctum
I'm afraid I've become the enemy
From this battle raging within