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Tara Shaw Poem
Time, is combined, in my mind.
Tragedy trickles to nowhere,
And now this pain I bare.
Seeing you for your worth,
Hearing you are only earth.
Killing, and filling, this feeling.
Lame, losers look like you.
Now this heart you threw,
Up on, and left the mess.
So this is progress?
Torture, under, this blur.
Blindsided by big, bountiful, beams,
That left me in shattered dreams.
Never thought I could catch this,
Because these lips are to cold to kiss.
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Out of the rubble,
And through trouble.
My hopes, doubles.
Weaving together,
This fair weather.
Evil dare tether.
In mental telepathy,
Feel no empathy,
With sympathy.
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Best you had,
Now that’s sad.
Well I’m glad.
I’m no fad,
I’m ironclad.
You alright,
Not so bright.
Can’t you fight,
With this spite.
Where’s the might.
Times ago,
Now shadow.
Left me low,
In the snow,
You now owe.
I then die,
When I cry,
To the sky,
Up so high,
When you lie.
Why is she,
More than me?
You love thee,
I disagree.
Lone latchkey.
In this blur,
This you stir,
And occur.
Amateur,
Saboteur.
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Loves lavish life
Opens opportunities
Ventilating vagarious
Emotions everyone enjoys
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Carrying more than one face,
And modify, for everyone.
I get the wreckage in place,
And given all but none.
Auditing each movement I,
Make for the sake of the truth.
For I won’t harbor the lie,
And let you steel my own youth.
Selling souls to spite their will,
That’s what has been attempted.
My strengths will fulfill,
Aspiring the lifted.
Fake the saint, play the part,
Killing kindness cold hearted.
Thinking your shoty stories smart,
Digging my grave, already started?
Lingering longer deception,
Cause their eyes you have to hide.
Auditory perception,
Persuading all to your side.
Jekyll and Hyde can’t keep up,
With the mess you’ve created.
No trust, your actions are corrupt.
My hearts to heavy, weighted.
Don’t deny the things you try,
I know the truth, I’ve been there.
Cause all you do is think I,
And leave me in a don’t care.
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Confusing emotions feel in vain,
But loves so strong, for this one.
Feeling your pain, their pain, all pain,
And my life not your silly pun.
I am true, faithful, and promised.
Heartfelt for all, feelings strong,
And burry the ones that coexist.
Still they never get along.
So much sadness I feel, and see,
Left here to die wasted cheeped.
Under the gun, like a parolee,
Through this darkness, I have cheeped.
I feel all that you still drain,
And eat all your wrongs, you make.
Leaving behind a tragic life bloodstain,
Remembering this heart is what you forsake.
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At peace, its calm
Like a cool summer day
Subsides the stereotype
At peril, a fire bomb
Don’t want to stay
With photos of a prototype
Kill those who kill me
And stop the hand of time.
Why must you kill,
What you hate.
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Decoded fatal suicide
Of a plastic man
Stuck in a can
Copeasettic and domestic
Daily journal is hectic
Deliberate lie, now hide
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Heavy on my heart is this hurtful hand.
Taking me to that timely place I can’t stand.
Deep despair and dying, in dreadful days.
Hurting me, hindering me into a haze.
Lonely lagoon how long will you linger.
Fighting this farce, and those who point a finger.
Spineless, soulless, suckers they will steal.
Leaving you long over lived, lifeless, unreal.
What can I do to wear out the daylight?
The future seams flawed, fake, to much to fight.
Various variations, vaguely of me.
Wearing down this wide, wild, world I see.
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These are not donations
But only my frustrations
From working all workstations
Yet no compensations
For Calais formations
From all my creations
Confrontations leads
To my deviations
Exclamations
In need a vacation
I feel vibrations
Cause my expectations
Is I meet expectations
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