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Charles Jefferson Poem
That moment when your fears run amok
And you realize tears wont be enough
That moment when you embrace isolation
Not to face your inner confrontation
That moment when her beauty impales your courage
And you wonder if you might deserve this
That moment when she looks into his eyes
And youre forcing yourself not to cry
That moment when your poetic art
Doesnt fill the emptiness in your heart
That moment when youve lost the fight
And you find yourself scorched by the light
That moment when she brings about your end
Because you know you cant bear this pain again.
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Destinies with similar fate intertwine
A road is carved that they may follow.
And for whatever mysteries they may find
Nothing can be worse than the feeling of sorrow.
Their future seems inevitable
But an unworthy man faults their progression
His motives are questionable
But he grasped her heart without regression
One is left in the dark
As the others take their elegant leave
Darkness consumes his heart
And radiates as far as he eye can see
Scarlet roads once paved
Now bare no significant mean
Lonesome nights and hellish days
His mind cant take the punishments its seen
The only place he may find serenity
is deep within his dreams
And any peacefull melody
has faded outside this reality
A taunting dreamers hope
Allows him to stand somewhat tall
And this only provokes
More darkness to fall
She bares a smile full of lies
With him, shes treated like an animal
And with her internal pain on the rise
Shes still a desire thats intangible.
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Adolescent apparitions aquiring apathy.
Beaten bloody, broken, battered belligerently.
Crystal clear causes craving compassion consistantly.
Domimating demons drive desire diligently.
Even emitting echos escape everyones empathy.
Forgeting fatalities frantically follow fiends.
Generally generating graditude gracegully.
Halos hover hypcritical heads hypothetically.
Insolence, ignorance, imbecilic inconsistanties.
Judging juvenal jailbait joyusly, jokingly.
Killing kidness, kidnapping kidlike kings.
Losing leverage, life losing legability.
Man made mongrels, making me more menacingly.
Neurologic nights not needed normally.
Opposing open optimistic opportunities.
Picture perfect prizes, patronized pathetically
Queens quit quickly, quiting quite quietly.
Raging riots, rights read repeatedly
Strategically striking systematic serenity.
Tactical tarrifs terminated typically, thoroughly
Unread universes underestimated universally
Versatile villgers vacated vicously
World wide warfare, wrathful, who's winning?
X-negotiating
Zapping zillions zelously.
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Meet me at the end
Inside the fire we'll begin
See what you've done to these men
Even Ive had enough of this
Realize that you have sinned
You will burn in your insolence
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I have a cat named Hasty
the absoulte center of my world.
Theres nothing on Earth that will make me,
give up my baby girl.
My house caught on fire
So I had to get up and go.
Watching my house burn on the oustside,
recording it with my I-Phone....Oops.
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Within this wasteland, cold, lost and without light
lye the corpse of a man, hopeless and without life.
But what was so bold, to take life from a man?
Was it the bitter cold, or the loneliness of the land?
In this land he once fought, for reasons unknown.
Perhaps he had thought, he wasnt going to die alone.
If loneliness were sin, may his soul be damned.
Have fires burn him fom within, to where he cannot withstand.
This is what he deserves, nothing more nothing less.
But he still waits for her, so his soul may be put to rest.
This land full of ice and sin, beats like a loveless organ.
The burial of many men, where love and peace were all so foreign.
Welcome to the land, The Arctic Land Of Sin.
Where the life of a lonley man, never saw a compassionate end.
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If your hearts a brutal storm, I will walk right through.
If your hearts on fire, I will bare that pain too.
Theres not a thing, I wouldnt do for you.
I'd give my life, just to the see the one smile.
Not one hiding a victom, but one ensuring that she will stay for a while.
Not the one baring the girl who's insane, not the one who wants her life to end,
but the one who knows in me, she can depend.
All before the tragic end.
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There are some people, who think they have room to complain.
Because they are their own reapers, who want to take their lives away.
Well give it a rest! Atleast you have a life to live.
Live with nothing to look at, see how long you last then.
Try being so sick, of watching yourself breathe.
Only because this, is the only thing you ever ****ing see.
Try having day after day, clear skies turn into the night.
Needless to say, expressing the nothingness of your life.
Try being so alone, and its the only thing you'll ever know.
Oh, but she thinks she's hurt, because her boyfriend broke up with her.
He thinks he's alone, cause he was grounded for not coming home.
She thinks she should end it, cause she's 15 and got pregnant.
He thinks he's a victim, cause he didnt get the world for Christmas.
She thinks she should end it all, cause her boyfriend didnt call.
He says "Theres no point for me", cause he doesn't money for his weed.
She cuts away her wrists, because she didnt get her birthday wish.
He thinks his lifes over, cause he cant remain sober.
She thinks theres no point anymore, cause her "friends" call her a whore.
He's decomposing in his bed...........DEAD
because he had no one to keep him fed.
As some just want food, or to once embrace their family.
no matter what they do, their FORCED to live in agony.
And all some want,is to open thier eyes and see that they have a life to live.
Maybe even without purpose, but something to fill their minds with.
Lord forbid they get their help, or someone hear their pleeds.
Catered angels think they live in hell, "trapped" in a "dark reality"
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Once lyed a scarlet thread, buried within the grass.
A wiseman once said, it bares stories of he past.
It was about 3 inches long, but scripted infinite dreams.
They say it once belonged, to a loner outside this reality.
He was brave and strong, nothing was out of his reach.
Except the angel that he saw...that angel was me.
I speak on his behalf, for he is in to much pain.
I was all he ever had, but I couldnt love him that way.
I feel no remorse, to have left him in the dark.
I meant not to take course, through his lonesome heart.
Till this day, as he loses the will to live
I still cannot say, I felt the way he did.
He loved me dearly, he put me before his well being
but to speak sincerely, fate did not have us to be.
I left him a thread, so he may visualize his past,
but after all was said, it lyes alone in the grass.
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The human eye can see, 7 miles into the horizon.
All it will ever be, is full of mysteries and silence.
But I see much more, my eyes have a gift.
I see whats in store, what the horizon has within.
But to what surprise, did it really unfold?
What did it hide, that already wasnt told?
These "mysteries" only tell, what we dont except to be true.
Mankind has failed, in what we born to do.
I know all is lost, people are so blind.
Giving no thought, to the secrets they may find.
Im only a victom, we're all victoms in chains.
Pawns of this system, that snatch our right away.
I thought my will was strong, I thought I could prevail.
But I was wrong, needless to say I failed.
The horizon is harsh, the only entity that slays lies.
My mind is ripped apart, but theres now truth in my eyes.
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