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Constrained

Constrained-
By the construction of our youth;  

Making the same mistakes, in order to 
discover the truth.  

And we fight till the death of us,  
In and out of lust -
We thrust,
For our subconscious knows we must.

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A Vision She Seeks

Through her eyes-

a vision she seeks;

Over and over-

Her thoughts repeat;

Analyzing a future,

That may already be bleak.

Fearing the peak- So very often, She does not sleep; Her restless eyes grow weak.

  A women so fierce and strong-

Though now she weeps;

Not aware that I'm watching-

So out it seeps.

 

The pain that she harbors inside- Intensified, By what her thoughts had verified.

I watch her giving heart-

And observe her habit of self sacrifice;

And I know on her its hard,

And I see that she's immobilized-

As the loneliness rots her insides.

 

A certain depth that lives within her;

An undiscovered truth;

I watch, as she pleads adventure-

Escape from a painful youth.

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I Break Everything I Touch

I break everything I touch;
At first seemingly simple-
But soon too much,
For my games are so nimble.

My feelings out of reach-
always too far to touch.
And not made known through speech;
I am an observer-
I keep my distance;
I am not a conformer-
And at times lack resistance.

I speak my words carefully,
I am a reformer-
And I shall go about it tastefully,
Though always be straightforward.

If you paid slight attention,
You'd notice need for a contravention;
Morality has gone astray-
Long Lost in comprehension;
I hold true to mine today.

Why when we speak do we do so 
condescendingly-
Instead of understandingly?
It's honestly trifling.

Although to late for prevention-
If nothing else, help ease the tension;
Perhaps we could find ourselves some 
redemption.
For not only what we speak-
But also what we fail to mention.

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I'Ve Learned

I've learned bad people often wear upon them happy faces,

I've learned the darkest depths appear in unlikely places.

I've learned not always may they sew what they reap,

In fact, its cost me a lot of sleep.

 

I've learned you must take on the role of a lion-

while in the midst of sheep;

Some secrets you must forever keep.

 

I’ve learned the day is no more-

nor no less than you make it.

 

That its suicide if you continue to fake it-

And when opportunity arises, its foolish not to take it.

 

I've learned not to sway to their preference-

It makes no difference,

Truth will be told -

And it ends with indifference.

 

And believe me-

It was all deliberate.

 

So clearly to me,

quite easy to see-

your perception of me.

 

Wanting to be the good guy.

 

Guilt you into a big lie-

Act as if he's too shy,

Or just a 2ply;

As if he's the nice guy.

 

But among many who had heard-

Because of course, he spread thy word.

And now upon thyself is shame,

For I now perceived as the master mind of this stupid game,

New players but trust me its all the same.

 

Their charm got you in a tough spot-

And now left alone to shelter the blame

While he still lives out his good name;

I swear this worlds insane.

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I Keep a Written History

You say it seems that I'm hiding something-
Maybe its my answers;
Or that when you asked, I said nothing.

If in need of explanation,
here’s my summation;
my trust has reached stagnation-
I learned don’t trust what isn’t well known,
And even then reside in caution-
Don’t let your full cover be shown.

Afraid; I am not-
and secrets, I have little;
So hold to the ones I've got-
avoid becoming transmittal.

We all love good mystery;
It's simply human nature.
I keep a written history,
But it will not read off my behavior.

I'm manipulative-
as well as contemplative.
I'm witty and I'm charming-
perhaps over demonstrative

I'm tricky-
and I'm picky.
Caught up,
a bit sporadic-
and when I speak,
I am emphatic.

But in this too, I am loyal-
Kindhearted;
Was left broken-
When we parted;
But I still cant wait to get started.

I'm trustworthy,
but if need be-
also bloodthirsty.
I know respects to be earned-
If nothing else,
It's this that I have learned.

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Subliminal Manipulation

I have my reasons-
most of which you'll never know;
I have my precedents,
for every friend and every foe.

My obsession is subliminal manipulation-
based on mutual obligation,
and entire recreation

using my imagination's-
idea of accommodation

	&Personal inspiration.

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Impact

The hardest thing in life

Is seperatung love from spite ;

Separating the truth, 

Even when you think it sounds right.


If you don't know your enemy,

there's no way you can fight-

And Sometimes the greatest hints are slight ;

As I recall them- 

Laying down at night .


There Is no remorce in self advocacy, 

And no shame in doubting their accuracy;

The intent of others is incalculable,

And you will feel their wrath;

Life is our hourglass- 

So who cares if your an outcast? 


Make the contrast-

Because their *****is all stagecraft; 

Shoot a counterblast,

Stay steadfast- 

And make damn sure it has an impact.

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Boundless

Maybe he was wrong.
Maybe I was right.
Maybe it was already done,
even before the fight.
Either way; It’s all I think about at night...

Maybe I’d been wrong before-
In all that hadn’t been shed by light.

Maybe I was too caught up in detail-
too contemplated on the fight.

Filling the void.

I was no longer me-

When I’d been so destroyed.

Decaying moral standard-
Reasons not yet provoked;
Moments not yet confronted-
Nor feelings evoked.

Spending countless moments-
in attempt to fix what wasn't broken.
Just so that I could forget,
which words been spoken.
Boundless-
my wings then opened;

Twas the path I’d chosen.

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A Warmth I Wish Were Palpable

Intently watch, as its heart beats-
instinct seeps-
my heart perceives;
I act upon this alone-
no matter of what intellect believes.

Its destiny left up to me-
to care for it-
or set it free;
circulatory warmth takes over me.

But then a moment so magical-
simple beauty- not meant to be made practical.
Another animal, one so affable-
lengths of compassion I wish were graspable;
relief; a warmth I wish were palpable.

A bird takes upon this little one as its own,
spotting from a distance-
this baby not yet grown;
in much need of a new found home.

Sun beams-streaking west-
pressure lifted off my chest;
as I find this little one,
a bird feeder, I now create a nest-
mama bird watches over,
the little one may now lay its head to rest.

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My Lips Are Sewn

My lips are sewn-

for silence is all I've ever known,

and all I was ever shown-

so to this habit, I too, became prone;

a habit that thrives, though I have grown.


My desires and goals shaded by a heart,

that was once so cold-

and continues to unfold,

and though I am now told- 

resentment stays uncontrolled.


For as a child, I was undersold;

to keep it brief-

this soon came to be my belief;

that I was in no way unique-

and affection, unable to receive,

a thought, that still aggrieves-

everything inside of me.