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Today I had to say goodbye to two dear old friends of mine.
We’ve been through so many things together.
We’ve hopped fences, ran from police, climbed mountains and ran down steep slopes.
We’ve been through the rain together and we’ve relaxed in the summertime sun.
I’ve been tied to them and them to me for many days.
We’ve both been worn down as the time passes but we’ve also broken in and have been
accustomed to the elements that we must continue through in order to wander upon the
earths’ soil for another transition of sunlight.
These are my black Dwayne Wade Converse sneakers! They have been with me for more
moments than I will ever remember. I say goodbye to my dear old friends and I send much
appreciation for helping me stay on my feet even in the iciest of situations!
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Your my light in the dark
You blind the darkness with a spark thats
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When the light burns out, just remember.
There are brand new bulbs waiting to act as replacements.
Just remember, you have to find a bulb with the right fit.
Or else
You end up wasting your time and money.
Just remember that when this world turns dark and freezes over, we can hold each other;
We can create warmth as our bare skin touches one another, our hearts shall create a spark
which blinds the darkness just long enough to peer into each other’s eyes, the windows to
our souls.
Just remember: I will always remember you, just remember.
The memories will never fade away,
Just remember that I remember.
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I am crazy, as crazy as the fate that brought this seed to life.
I am crazy. I am the lost mind of the Alzheimer’s diagnosed elder you care for at the senior
citizens home.
I am crazy and have yet to even be placed in a lost and found box. You will never find me!
I am crazy so call me crazy.
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I’m dreaming, dreaming about having beautiful dreams and dreaming away the
stress of everyday life.
But when I awake I forget what I had dreamt.
I’m dreaming, dreaming because at this time that is all I know.
And I cannot even remember my dreams, therefore I know nothing.
Or maybe I know something.
I’m dreaming, dreaming until I wake up in a cold sweat and realize this is no longer a
dream.
I’m dreaming, dreaming up a reality where no one is upset with me.
I’m dreaming up successful outcomes.
I’m dreaming of hope and inspiration.
The Problem is that I am wrong.
I’m dreaming up a nightmare.
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These are my reflections of a past, present and future that never seems stable.
When I was young I swear I had a guardian angel.
Every day I was a stunt devil but my worst injury was a swollen ankle.
Thinking back on it I’m thankful, thankful that I never ended up in a hospital bed.
That was the past.
These days Im never grateful.
What’s wrong?
I always have a full plate on the kitchen table, however my stomach is upset and my mind is
out of bounds.
I’m a homeless, hopeless horse with a broken leg which means I’m unstable and you can
take that anyway you want to.
If I do make it then my story will be a fable, I see most things in black and white like my
television set before we updated to cable.
All I want to do is sail, set out to sea and never come back, trying to make history like I’m a
dog chasing my own tale.
It seems that when I’m carrying the weight of the world that includes the scale.
The device I’m using to measure the reasoning behind the fact that I’ve become as slow as a
snail.
I’m watching everything flash before my eyes, as I say goodbye to a childhood
full of good times.
And bad times, and bad times.
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*What was: was pain, a cage that I wanted to escape from.
What was: was a prison, a place I wanted to run away from.
What was: was darkness, an abyss where I was blinded.
*What is: is a spot where I wear a blindfold yet can still manage to see the light.
What is: is fright and what may change with a new beginning.
What is: is happiness towards the fact that I actually managed to do it.
*What will be: will be shedding eyes, new perspectives, thoughts and insights, and hope for
my future life.
What will be: will be capability, acknowledging the fact that I can make it through any
situation and remain intact.
What will be: will be satisfaction as the chisel of life shapes the man that overtime I am
bound to become.
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As my heart beat begins to slow, my mind races at a speed that I’ve never known.
All these things are around me but I’m feeling so alone.
I’m driving up to a mobile home, to meet the only thing real, that I’ve ever known.
And now the past flashes, right past my eyes and I’m thinking, screw these classes,
I’m burnt into ashes. Every day involves at least a couple crashes.
I use to be collapsing.
Now I’m thinking back, trying to stand tall.
But I fall when I hear that voice call.
My only question is what happened to it all?
Because things come and go, yet I’m seeing more go then come,
I want to be happy but when I do that I let down everyone…
Because what makes me happy is escaping from the world; not leaving any word of where
I’m going.
I feel more alive without anyone knowing.
Just for a minute I want to be on my own.
In my head I’m screaming, ”leave me alone!”.
These days turn to nights and these nights fade away, the moon comes out to
sleep and the sun comes out to play.
If I’m feeling good you may even hear me say,”It might just be okay.
I need some sleep it’s been a long day”.
In my dreams I picture scenes, with fresh snow melt mountain streams,
I’m standing over the ravine,
I want to jump out,
Fly away and maybe sing.
But then I realize that I’m still attached to these puppet strings.
They wrap around my neck and choke me until I pass out and wake up in a cold sweat.
So I choose to barely sleep.
I use to call it rest, but it’s for damn sure I can’t get any rest when all I’m dreaming of is
regret.
I’m doing the most work when I sleep,
Say goodbye to counting,
It’s more like I’m herding sheep.
And it’s hurting me, mentally physically and in more ways then you will ever see.
The truth is that this pen that I use to write with is my Zen and I just want be.
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Fate can be your best friend, or it can be your worst enemy.
No matter what you do, there is no escaping FATE.
Fate can be lethal, yet fate can bring you to life!
Sometimes I feel, life, damn I have missed it for so long…too long in fact: so I close my
eyes and set out on the adventure.
Here you go fate I bow down to you and accept that at every moment it is true that you
grasp me. Maybe somehow I could hold you as well.
Maybe somehow we could work together.
Is it realistic what I ask for and what I question?
Does this life have a strict set of rules I must follow in order to remain a player in
this game?
All I know is that at times you make me feel insane, like I’ve lost my brain; but at the same
time you’re the only thing that keeps my-self sane.
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