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Schizophrenic Assumptions

Drowning the inner temperament babble, 
Every drop desperately taken to escape,
Attempt to suppress delusions from acts of travel,
The cure, a simply complex psychotherapy mandate.

In an irritate direction towards premonitory fate,
Compulsively obsessed self-cognition ignored,
Fear that nearby sanatorium awaits,
Reflections give credence that mental stupor is adored.

Redundant dysphoria dances with superfluous isolation,
Relieving aid found in a paradox of intoxication,
Fathomed continuance of abuse requires excusing imploration,
Humor devised to disguise ominous personification.

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Family Photos

Something about ever afters’ that never last so best to capture laughter.

Do not refrain to frame a moment captured. 

Snapshots that taught subsequent generations maxim. 

Phantoms of past, present, and spirit can not fathom the fruitful scrutiny that lays
ground for disposition. 

A lesson taught found more valuable than a penny.

Garner somewhat twice to learn two cents will buy boundless validity. 

Endless resource found within affiliation.

Those bound not by secluded blood, rather congruency and love.

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Left In the Dark, Afraid Without Light, This Little Girl Is No Match For Such a Terrible Fright

Too many god-awful thoughts.
If you swear you care then please, I plea, take away my thoughts.  
It’s torture to be aware. 
Ignorance is bliss.  
Why do I foolishly insist on knowing more. 
As if I welcome misery with open arms over and over again.  
Keep it coming, bring it on, I can’t wait for the rush.
Such as one gets from gaping wounds open wide revealing feelings locked inside.
A thought, an idea, drenched in fun. 
Cut me open, slice me up, now figure me out.  
But whatever you do not fill me in. 
For if I know I’ll just worry, constructing over analyzed doubt. 
I stray away from placed blame upon others,
 but blame for sorrows must be placed somewhere I’m sure. 
All signs point inquisitively to me, myself can not stand it, I am utterly pained.  
Lets break it down mathematically, I’m afraid I must share.
When a finger gets pointed three are pointing back,
 so if I point my finger towards me then multiply by three, 
 than three more times by perpetually me,  
 well then I give you a product that has the mad hatter confused.  
Do not fret if I’m not making any sense to you.
I’m used to the nonsense, and often find babble a muse.

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Unnecessary Truth

Without your permission,
   I will come into your life and omit traces of my most modest essence.
Then without warning,
   I will withdraw myself from your domain,
     leaving you to obsess over my unorthodox disposition that has been unraveling since  
      first introduction

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Demodulator

Always worry,

never forget,

feel left out of place,

overwhelmed with regret,

look at your life,

analyze and inspect,

the answer is coded,

now decipher, translate, and depict,

a change must be made,

confusing yet clear,

an expert to read my hieroglyphic interior.

time to do right,

it's history now,

redirect yourself,

or cease to matter at all.

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No Regrets

No regrets they all say, 
but what does this mean, 
to live a full life,
and follow ones dream.

Mistakes are made along every path, 
to claim your immune helps me remember to laugh.

Not at expense or intended offense,
but a gift to myself called personal choice. 

I am what I am,
and my beliefs are unique, 
my outlook is growing, 
sorry yours is so bleak.

I will die in due time,
whatever I do,
with a refusal to follow an imaginary set of rules.

I do not wish to pass by the attractions presented,
what if’s never brought positive attention.

Like a cat I am curious, 
and aware of no spare lives, 
with the one that I have,
I wish to venture and strive.

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Epic Variable

It is all up for interpretation really.

Such as I am a single variable but nowhere near alone. 

I am quite impressionable and find myself opinionated in a bullheaded sort of way.  

At the beginning of my journey with so much more to learn,
looking back on how far I have come and what truths I know to exist.

Whatever impression you have gathered, I am simply my own person different from the rest. 

I am an epic variable!

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Without

I am without. 
 
Without all of the usual things, 
the expected warm hug,
 the desired good praise. 

Without any set of traditional values,
 a sailors mouth took place of lady like manors.  

Without hand-me-down lullabies,
 or good eating habits,
 no picture book story to tell of the past. 

Without basic skills to properly vent,
 a complete lack of dreams to drive me forward in life.

Without documentation that you were once there, 
 to hold my hand in the dark, 
 to make me aware. 

Without credit to give you for the lessons I’ve learned,
 countless hours of television did that one for you.  

I guess I should thank you for material things,
 and cash money that measured the value of love.  

Alas, one more thing before I forget,
 you did teach me how to ride a bike, 
 that concept is clear. 
This one carries moreover one spare regret, 
 when I cried and screamed no! don’t let go, 
 like an obligation you almost appeared relived to release me, 
 then turned and mistook the moment for job well done.  

I am without reason to ever come back,
 when you let go I kept going, 
 and should not have looked back.  

Without motivation to give second chance.  

Without correct calculations to second chances wasted. 
 
These were my memories you tainted and soiled, 
 was it revenge of some sort, 
 what did I do.? 

I am without appreciation. 

Without good things to say. 

Without proper ability to show how I feel.

Without concern or care for consequences that I’ve earned. 

Without belief in myself that I am worthwhile. 



 For without a father, what does it matter.. .. .. ..”

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Re:

Require.
Retrieve.
Receive.
Review.
Reflect.
Recite.
Reinstate.
Reiterate.
Recapitulate..

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Lovely Things

Drip-drop goes so many things, 
says waterfall tears and Lovely Things, 
try to hold tight while mussel stings, 
an attempt too great for Lovely Things.  

A whisper contests to never give up,
"Chin up buttercup, 
my mussels aren’t weak, 
my grip is strong 
I shall hold on for you, 
take a swim in the sea your fall has created.“

You emerge to see shimmers belated,
from drip-drops that fall from Lovely Things.  
Difference now is drops no longer fall from sad eyes, 
but off the flesh to Lovely’s surprise.

Drip-drop goes so many things, 
says lovers embrace and Lovely’s release,  
a vision new, 
so clear and explicit, 
drip-drops that Lovely can never excuse.