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Welcome to my narcissistic jungle,
Where bass drums cover up what little self realization remains,
It is a paradise of self deceit,
And a void of truth,
Burring deeper into parched sand,
Miracles happen on this shoreline,
Just not to me
Joy is freedom,
Yet freedom is double edged,
One finds solitude in tranquil resolve,
And one in bitter jealousy,
Of what once was
Where bass drums cover up what little self realization remains,
It is a paradise of self deceit,
And a void of truth,
Burring deeper into parched sand,
Miracles happen on this shoreline,
Just not to me
Joy is freedom,
Yet freedom is double edged,
One finds solitude in tranquil resolve,
And one in bitter jealousy,
Of what once was
Literature
A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010
"a poem unwritten" -alternate version
this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
it's about a boy no longer
and a town that fell asleep
the boy broke the cycle
and ended the piercing silence
he fought with his life
so the people may live longer
but the father was left alone
and now he has a body to bury
this never should have happened
but this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
that day in class
the boy didn't pay attention
as wrote a poem unwritten
when the boy raised his head
looking for an audience
he found a violent silence
when he raised his hand
to show and tell his poem unwritten
Literature
Lose Yourself
What's the point in leaving footprints
if no one's going to follow them?
And what's the point in screaming
if no one's going to hear you?
And what's the point in crying
if no one's going to wipe away the tears?
What's the point
in getting lost
if no one's going to notice you're missing?
if no one's going to come looking for you?
if no one's going to care?
Footsteps.
Falling faster than your tears.
Pounding on the cement,
only sound louder is your heart.
Breath wheezing,
sense leaving,
panic creeping.
Do all these houses look the same,
or have I been
Literature
Decendant of Darkness
Angels of death consumes your
Anguished calls.
You fight.
You beg.
Undulating laughter echo from the darkness
In my heart.
I am the forgotten.
I am the reaper.
The evil cries out,
As I watch in silent awe.
The remnants of your mind
Is lost in the storm of death
that surrounds you.
There is no escape.
There is no resistance.
Here from the world i control.
The hearts echos their surrender.
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My realization that i have been running away from a problem for a while...that has been getting worse and worse as i pretend it is fine..until that line of no return is reached
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you took something simple and gave it importance through your words great