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Dead Within a Shell of My Former Self.

I cry and so she does as well
Hold back, but myself is shown
Gain your composure as you 
Shatter into fragments of your former self
But still hold yourself together as your
Not worth the effort to strive for
Worthless in a sense
As she cries in the arms of one she
Calls friend, when she speaks of the
Events, which have unfolded 
Your name is never mentioned
When you cry on shattered dreams
She has no remorse as she crawls into
His arms
But why
why must I care so much
but apparently not enough
I forced her to cry and
I am damned for it
behold my weeping sorrow
as she ignores me
and so heartache becomes known
but I put forth the effort 
effort to accompany her
to comfort her
and all that is returned are false smiles
and wishful thinking on my behalf
why hope for something that is never
why strive for tomorrow when today is nonexistent
slit and the scars become memories
a first instance of death within my eyes as
the blade draws near to my flesh
manipulating my mental image of perfection
as drunken fights become
my only shelter, 
I am not myself now
will I ever be the same again
things have changed
I am far beyond help as I draw closer
to the abyss which I know as death
find something to protect my life
as I  stumble into time as nothing more
than a guy who once cared too deeply
and now nothing exists
numb and cold
numb and dead
why must everything suddenly loose
its ambience...
...why must she not see past
former relations and realize
I AM REAL!

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Patriot

I breathe the air of patriots and salute
The heroes of our nation
I pray words of hope and inspiration to
The once mighty patriots
I blow away the enemies of our nation
For I am a patriot
I find a lack of words when they are
Senile and rant when they are sane
What is the requirement of a patriot?
Too many to do any good aristocratic
Patriots I despise, no more admiration 
To the patriots.

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Fall and Fail (Truth)

I found falling a task for the failing
And when frailty became fragile we
Found it futile to go on…

…future faltering in
hope as fearful leaders find familiars
and float down full rivers of progressive
thought fighting for moments of silence
as fleets of fighters march forward
never finding the battlefield they endure
to fight for…

…fumbling fingers find words tumbling
and I tare freedom from fragmented verse
free in faith, friendship from foreign times I
am saved and still falling…

…and in a falling feather I found
silence when the father whispered my name
falling became freedom and as it happened
fear fled from our presence and in faith
found truth.

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Mirror Image

I sit a shattered image of myself
As if a mirror slammed into the concrete
The wish for bliss 
My drive to survive
Still yet the ambient clouds and radiant 
Light of day pulls me from my safe haven
My wonderland
Now tormented by nightmares that devour
My once lustrous dreams
Shackling my imagination to a plummeting
Meteor that I cannot escape from;
No space to breathe 
Speaking from my soul to yours
Becoming faint
As you draw further away
Monday through Sunday and I hope
For today to be when you return, as
Tomorrow begins today has ended
And I know you have not returned, 
Thursday, Saturday and my faith in you
Dwindles
As I hope for contact; a call a word
Anything to show your intentions,
And you return unaltered, untouched
By the time apart as thoughts begin
To overpower my once spirited
Consciousness...
...Shattered and dieing...
...Shattered and living....

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Heart Bleed

y heart bleeds just as yours
       ..a momentous occasion must have made it start
...once it starts there’s nothing one can do...
an altered perception of what is and what should be,
almost entrancing how well it fits the situation...
...an alluring smell that bring fragmented memories
back from... something that should have been long gone...
...the thought or smell that brings back the pain and sorrow
of the days before...   time passed but time holds no value
within the aspect of a bleeding heart...

Faltered are these words in which i speak, faltered in the aspect
that they mean little to me and to those who read them...
...little to the very existence of my being... yet they express
my being, no one else... for once i can say something 
is mine... MINE...
forever and never will it be forsaken... suicidal incidents,
preceded by the coincidental contemplation of metaphors
brought about by psychologists... what do they know...
nay, never have i thought to suicide... tis something
that outweighs all else... life holds too much value to 
toss about in such an action as to sell it away to the highest
bidder...
              ...or to give it freely forsaking yourself...
Live to live... be to be...
earth to earth, dust to dust...

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Crash (Untitled)

I crashed into love 
and as we fell miles apart 
we both began to 
cry.

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Shattered

Open my soul to the world, and let a million butterflys pass me by
falling back on a sense of belonging ill see the way it should be
thought of things shared with none
fears and sorrow shatter dreams
all of these are peacefull things
when my mind is altering the way i see a mistery
shadows pass an eerie pane of glass
shattered on concrete as i sing a song of endless grace
places to speak my mind when no one else will
things to prove what i really mean
not telling lies to get me by, but telling truths to show...
why i am diffrent
keeping my word, when my word is all i have
telling the world i am a lonely soul
fading in me is a dream of lust a dream of true passion
falling away from my faith bit by bit, something slips
and i find a faith renewed, nothing will take me from him
he is my guiding light my only unforgetable truth
for it is he who has saved me and all i believe in
but what if belief has been honored with gifts
a present from above as it were, bliss in a kiss, hope in a hug
freedom in a word, or maybe... a phrase... think to yourself
these things hold true, byond what we think about on a daily basis,
what things do you honor above the deceat of others?...,
do you deafy yourself the right or act of honor by decieving others?...
why now, why must i realize what i have longed to protect, no not protect
to dispise...
love is an illusion but atleast i can feel happy for a moment, but LOVE
is true compation for another living soul and should be held in highest regard
even if you can show none in return.

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I Have

I found you, playing musical chairs
in the bar of a harmonious melody
I walked you to your destination
and smiled as you waved me on
though it hurt for me to leave you
I stumbled as I began to walk away
and said something I hope you did not hear
I cried for the times we had
before that moment crushed my hopes
I have fallen into my own confusion
but can not get out on my own
I ask you not to leave me only to
find your promise to never go
and smile because you feel the same
as I
though you hide it much better 
than you should
friendship, hope, compassion
when will we have
all we need to survive...
...endlessness

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Mind Heart

my heart torn out and a thousand peices pass me by
another tattered moment in the scilent night...
though the calls keep coming im closing off my mind
a dreamy dream would simply passify this creeping notion
that i should throw myself into the ocean and dream
a dream of witheredness...

looking back at the things that have happened now
i feel like a frightened child, holding my head above 
barely able to make it by, and as i look twords the sky
i see a faint light....

my mind is racing, my body aching, nothing more to hold me here
a dieing glimmer in my eye, my dreams ...

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Subside

Something subsides in me as i view this day anew
dreams awakening and we stare
into the eyes of those we see fit to be our equals
So fear guiding our motives though we don’t know why
and yet day to day we find a place to hide

it subsides in me to find rest in this insomnia
which ensnares me to write
poet

 and now we divide our attention to...
things which provide comfort
an ever so daunting task as to say she’s the one
but yet destroying the inner being which was once myself
so now i ask... 
what is it worth?, the pain, the sorrow, simply the time of day?
or have these naive beings discovered the things...
which make us tick, make us lust for their comfort
dig deep and tell me it doesn’t subside in you as well
this feeling...

Abandonment...
or
Safety...

She is equal in my eyes and what myself is and was
will not change the way i view her spirit, her soul... 
the essence of what she is to me..
nothing can change... my love.