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Sweet Dreams

you feel. you touch. you hear. you see. 
you believe it is real and nothing can persuade you otherwise.  you then base your efforts on your belief.  you pour your heart and soul into a little jar until it is overflowing with affection.  you thought that you placed this jar on a shelf up high.  but, contrary to your judgment, the jar was, in fact, still reachable.  you do not realize this until you watch him reach for it.  you then begin to feel uncertainty.  once you realize what his intent is with your jar, this reaching begins to seem like an eternity.  first, you fight for it.  then, you recognize that there is no reversing.  lastly, you surrender your jar.  you watch it leave his hand with rapid force.  your little jar plunges to the ground, shattering into a million pieces.  there, on the floor, lies what was left of your heart.  all passion, devotion, and respect- demolished.  your stomach begins to turn.  you feel queasy.  unfortunately, there is no cure.  you are now in a dangerous state of mind.  your consideration for unhealthy things has reached its utmost.  you lie in bed, one hand on your abdomen, and one hand on your heart, paralyzed.
“sweet dreams,” he tells you.

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From Where I Drift

From where I drift from my old home, the roads
And places that I roam, I stay at peace.
Never can a word of a soul release
My care for the dirt, not even those loads.
Bumping along the sweet country, railroads
Adjoin the scene of beauty that won’t cease.
The sun shines through the window marked with grease,
I wish I could rehash these episodes.
My hair, oh, what a sad color of gray,
It’s no longer pretty, but rather thin.
I mourn that I waited till now, I lay
Immovable from my bed, yet I grin.
In spite of present hopes I will still pray,
To The One above who made life begin.

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Fenced In Grief

A greasy, thin mop of blazing red fire,
Milky complexion with looks so sickly.
Need of hobbies and human friends so dire.
With head low, he walks with purpose, quickly.

Surly an outcast in society,
To himself he spits out fragments of rage.
“You’re worthless;” words straight from anxiety.
Self-hatred so deep at such a young age.

The voices in his subconscious prevail.
Medication left on the counter top.
Roof of the building he stands: “just inhale.”
At this point he feels as if there’s no stop.

Eyes sowed shut, feeling weightless, head pounding.
Schizophrenia, always surrounding.

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7 Ages of Understanding Parody - Unraveling Miscommunication

Unraveling miscommunication
Is not always sought out, but rather wise.
The key to understanding is simple.
Just listen closely to these next few steps;

First step is to humble yourself right then,
Like a lowly slave, sinking to his knees.
Every bit of confidence vanishing,
Like myself before a presentation.


Sharpen your ability to listen.
Your opponent will give up otherwise.
Questions such as “how?” and “why?” are solid.
Like a child with a lust for great knowledge.

Figuring out the other’s point of view
Will provide insight for your conception.
Much like a dog’s interest in your food,
You must make an effort for your rival.

Next, agilely contrast your ideas.
Determine whether you still take your side.
Like a tragic love story on TV,
This may cause tenderness in your spirit.

Be sure to clearly show your point of view.
Make your theories obvious to them,
Like a horse among a herd of donkeys.
Offer parallels between ideas.

The next step is to explain rationale.
If they don’t get where you are coming from,
You will have no chance to prove yourself just.
Sort of like a suspect at a trial.

The final step is to make sweet amends.
Cover your tracks with buttery comments,
Like a sly character with his gossip.
This, my friend, is how to heal your own speech.

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Surpassing Care

Introducing myself with confidence,
Trusting to find something with potential.
Once again, the skeleton of a beat 
Soul.  life gingerly drawn from the spirit.

Our loyalty should shine over our flaws,
But instead, our love is six feet under.
Deeper than the fabric of existence
In which no intelligence can muster.

Coming to the realization of hate,
And all unjust things that tear at the flesh.
Bubbling over with regret and woe
Is the only way to meet the new light.

Everyday i tell myself not to look 
On the past, or my life will stay idle.
To look forward; however, is to see
The future in all of its potential. 

Sometimes i see my care as wasted love.
Stretching myself too thin for your comfort
Was my finest tactic of misfortune.
Never again.  This, I promise myself.

As the months pass, i believe in healing.
From a broken spirit, to a strong heart,
This damage will not go away, but i
Never can abandon my taxing effort.

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Numb

It’s 10:30 on a Wednesday night and I am sitting on my floor.
Been staring at a blank space on the wall and I’ve lost track of time.
I take a second to question what I’m doing, but not a moment more.
A wave of recklessness rushes over me- considering crime.

You see, I’ve been in a funk for so long now, I can hardly call this a rarity.
If this is the new me, I won’t last very long.
I know that I am senseless, yet I no longer wonder the severity.
I am not phased by the things that go wrong.

I sit here reflecting while my mind is absolutely blank.
After a long period of grief, you learn to numb yourself.
All the vibrant thoughts you once had are now cold and dank.
Whatever it is that I need has been stored out of my reach, high on a shelf.

Everything I once had slipped through my fingers.
If you relax for even just one moment, every little thing can vanish.
The next thing you know, you will be stuck with a memory that lingers.
I never thought I’d be the one with flashbacks I cannot banish.

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The Depletion of My Existence

You speak to me with such grace,
Making me feel like the only girl in the world.
How was I supposed to know you needed space,
There it all goes, my entire life hurled.

Just like that, everything came to a halt,
Broken and shattered, my affection disposed.
I am certain to say that this was your fault,
And now my soul sits here, tired and closed.

The one letter you allowed me to write,
Is now sitting on my dresser, waiting to be read.
Everyday I am reminded that I am not alright,
Within that letter, left many things unsaid.

And now swelling up inside me, like a storm,
Are my feelings of grief and desolation.
My entire existence is shattered and without form,
I am dealing with a great alteration.

You know what is the worst part?
With every fiber of my existence I wish I could hate you.
Yet I still love you with all of my heart.
I only wish you could love me too.

My memory of you has now turned sour.
You were perfect for me in every way.
I am emotionally spent and without power,
To you, I will always have more to say.

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So Much For Staying Strong

i dont know what to do, im an absolute mess.
his heart is of gold and his eyes of perfection.
thing is, i am not easy to impress.
now this is nothing short of an obsession.

when i took time for myself, i lost.
he learned to live without me.
i didnt realize what a little time would cost.
i wish it didnt take this much for me to see.

now this is where i am.

i am in love with a boy that will never love me back.
my heart is split and my knees are weak.
there will forever be something my life will lack.
i found him, there is nothing more for me to seek.

so, i sit in pain everyday.
relating to every love song.
i suppose i will just whither away.
so much for staying strong.