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I wanted to know
I wanted to think but yet to scared to ask
That the way you look at me is not a fleeting glance
my desperate heart attack

Why obsesses
Why dare to dream at all when dreams are often lost
Why persue a fling of guts and clutch to a lost cause
For hope and her trust

My paranoia
Keeps my eyes from seeing the plain set truth
My fear blinds and distorts what originally would sooth
causing torture and foul mood

Pain for Pleasure

Take a razor and sign your name across my wrists
So everyone will know you left me like this

The truth is you could slit my throat
And with my last gasping breath
I"d apoligize for bleeding on your shirt.

Sleeping Beauty

perhaps the time that a woman is most beautiful, when not smiling, is when they dream.
the calm and essence of peace exhudes like a warm light, casting contentment.
it is almost as if no matter what is going on,
no matter the hardships faced today,
the form of a loved one sleeping sound makes everything alright

Emotions Embarrassment

embarrassment causes an anti-reaction
disprogressive towards the common goals
of the person affected yet the distance is fashioned
because of the circumstance of loosing control

emotions raging and controlling the user
user in facade the truth only an abuser
not of a choice but of fates ironic hand
that which controls us frustrates to no end

but throughout the gloom a spear of light pierces
embarrassment controlled and grows progressively dimmer
allowing the true intentions to be dealt with reason
and fanned to full boil, no longer a simmer

The goal is achieved and the contentment sets in
a job well done, the desires for her from him
have come to fruition and a song fills the air
the world is complete because he has her

Pain of Loss

it hurts so much to have love unrequited
to have them feel nothing while you are excited
but as much as it hurts you will have to deal
or be left in the dust with wounds unhealed

One Acceptance

To dance in the sleep, lets call it a dream
when finally perfection is what everything seems

laughing in the distance replaces the yells
and no longer pervading are the voices of hell
Completion accomplished in the mind of the self
finally, rest and a vacation for health

a calm stupor is all that surrounds me and i realise
no matter what happens this is the time to fly

the curse has been broken and the manacles lifted
to me this one fine present is finally gifted
no dreams left broken too sharp to be sifted
no lingering thought that perhaps I had missed it.

soar to the perches of the worlds four corners and yell
I've been accepted by one, and that one means the world.

A broken heart has physical pain

A broken heart has physical pain

It begins not at the heart per se, but right at the bottom of the sternum.

It radiates outward, and sinks into all of the muscles.

It hinders the lungs. It blinds the mind.

It feels quite literally as if a knife enters the chest and lets loose a flood of ants seething and crawling in your blood.

The worst wound is not a mortal one.

It is one that lets you live while watching everything you love and hold dear stay out of reach.

It allows the only barrier to be the one in your mind, and yet it holds you back.

A broken heart is indeed the worst punishment exacted.

A rose by another name holds just as much power

A persons greatest moment, the final condition
is to see the imagination come to fruition
when someones work comes visible to the eye
and songs sweet symphonies audible to my
ears so sweet so beautifully made its official
that the next reasonable step is to get approval
to the critics we go for their iron law comment
but all too often the critics decide to bomb it

Often percieved as different and never accepted
The constant abuse caused her to be affected
until one day to everyones surprise
her will to live left leaving the soul to die
Not a death by a morticians standards
but a death of the self, one worse to imagine
To be confined to conformity and not allowed to be true
she's a husk, just a shell and its because of you

sticks and stones may break my bones
but words can never hurt me
then why is it that words often incur a penalty
derogutory phrases are seen as a harm
but if words mean nothing how can Shit cause alarm?
so pardon me if i use offensive lyrical slurs
this is a battle and my weapons are words

Mental mask of the maniacal

A bandaged heart keeps polaroid of my personal space
but the bandage keeps coming off and the wounds open again
My enemy myself too powerful to face
Dreams inequble to the reality in place
Genericism the norm leaves unique in the sand

A collage of memories broken offer me no help
a mans not comlete unless he's complete with himself
which means i'll never be complete till i figure this out
Solitary contemplation in the mandibles of life's mouth
special abyssmal personal life struggles placed on the shelf

The laws of physics the imagination does not abide
Prismatic picture depictions of what we hold dear inside
Slivers of hope distort reality to a dream that we seek
So all too often we stand hypnotized and weak
until the slivers fall away revealing the mind has died

I'm not sure how this happened why can't I remember
The means of the fueled brainwash isn't mine to derive
Only the snow falls in my minds own december
covering in crystal the secrets and lies

Trapped in a cocoon the metamorphosis happens
a monstrosity of self living in the shell of a man
Oblivious of the media's morals or convictions
Never to remember the way it began

I'm generic

Destruction

Fading dreams of a mold breaking soul
What was past not now is soon forgotten
A mental abyss of the missed and downtrodden
Listlessly moving yet determined to go far
The american dream popped like tires on a car
Life unasnwered and a generation to go
Whats accomplished? Society stops the mind flow

Obsessed with perfection perfect face perfect line
Sending others to hell for a fault to cross the line
but its not a fault problem or moral imperfection
but a fault caused by the perfect minds obsession
with fantasy, new reality, a world without flaw
but its flawed the most and destined to fall

Unique in every respect since birth
Standing as a sentry against all competition
stripped of boundaries and societies perfect vision
Beaten and battered on all sides it hurts
But still standing priceless against others false worth

Degradation begins its impossible to stop
the absolution of controversial unpop
removal of things not meant to be heard
to remove competition though the censor of words

with government sanctifying personal violation
violence amd removal of lifes sacred station
pervade the mind of the next generation

Slowly the voice cannot be heard
Destroyed by society's iron word

Never again

Bald Eagle

A bald eagle is majestic and stands for equality and justice.
However, if you get it angry or mess with one of its young, it will gouge your eyes out with its talons and devours your entrails leaving you to scream in agony as you lay helpless, blind and bleeding in the claws of the beast.