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I _ _ _ _ MY MOM...I hate my mom for being stupidingly softhearted
I hate her blindness
I hate how she sees the "good" in people who are just evil
I hate how she forgives even if betrayed again
Only to forgive yet again
I hate how she sacrifices for someone not worth it
I hate that she cares so much
I hate how she worries about someone
who is not even worried about her in the slightness
I hate how she continues to support someone
who failed her a thousand times
I hate her warmth
and her brightness annoyingly blinds me
I hate that she is that kind of a mother.
I hate her really hate her really really hate her!
But most of all I hate myself for being hateful
For being cold hearted,
For being stubborn,
For being selfish, and self-centered
And for loving her despite of that
I **** MY MOM
me, myself, and iRENeI miss me
The lost me..
The old me
The simple me
The shallow me..
The innocent me..
The child in me..
Where are you?
Where am I?
Can you find me?
Or shall I find you?
Will I ever?
A world where I scream
The infinite words of silence
Where no one hears
Yet they understand
Where people walk
Upon their eyes fall behind
Speak this world where
Only I know
I can't comprehend
This meaning of this
An everlasting mistake
As my days become my nights
My nights become days
I realized time sleeping
In the depths of nothingness
What do I do?
What do I have to do?
To make things
Things on my mind
Be like those of numbered alphabets
Leave behind the baggage
I didn't even know what's inside
Or go on and move forward
For things that may come but hide
Seek what is time?
Or seek what is in front of me?
Find me for I am lost in the darkness
Blinded by light
Eyes on me
Stare and love me
Why don't you see?
In my eyes I want to be
I like you
But do you?
Twisted in the arms of somebody
pachydermmore of a prolapse than birth
we dealt in tusks
(the bad ones)
in flop houses turned taciturn
and that's where the story gets long
littered with eyes gone runyon
and other casual ways
to carve down a mountain
on game trails beguiled
through tenement jungles
towards a graveyard we still can't discover
rip the days wide openpaint them black I am the mountain ;
secrets hide from what i can disguise.
black and torn rip the days wide open
until they bleed nights
shout the moons upon
keep me low tame the fangs
secrets heal - look at me i'm standing still ;
jotuns passed neath my feet
aeons chewed themselves
in front of me.
i'm the seesaw, drain them wild
all the wounds i want to hide.
paint them black, i am the mountain
standing still, seeking nothing
enslaved on my own will.
the Chemists said it would all be alright
and incurred no
reproof from carbuncular men
... 'come in under the shadow of this red rock'
the antlion's death trap
on the future before giving it a chance
Lies for Loserstell me again
how this world
is better than the next
and there's love just around
4/19/14I have been looking at things a little differently of late
The something in them that attracted my attention
Or was simply present when my gaze first fell upon them
Shifts, changes shape and colour establishing a new mood a new form
Whether parlor trick or simple mimic of illusion
I know not or care merely victim of interest as to where
The path will lead me next, some new hell or forest
Caught in the folds of a jacket spread across a mans back
A grimace or a smile is quick to come depending on the length of time
Before the visions wear off and reality is once again still
For though I come back stronger I fear some day I never will
Come back at all lost in the mazes of the vines upon the wall
From Me, to YouHere I stand,
Looking at the world that I hold in my hand,
So much to understand,
Yet I'm just trying to live a life that I can brand.
I observe closely,
Looking for purpose mostly,
Trying to find a way to make everyone bliss, more than verbosely,
For longer than eternity,
For when I depart I'll just be an entity,
Hoping to leave behind pure quality,
For what I say is straight honesty.
Getting in touch with old roots,
But after awhile I go back to my new suits,
Losing it, like a baby losing their first tooth,
Feeling closed in as if I'm in a phone booth,
Meeting expectations killed the truth.
Only in time would we learn to regret,
For we all believe our future is already set,
I was given the talent to help you comprehend, there is always a reset,
But for some you may have to work hard before you rest,
For others, you may have to acquire a quest,
While others work their way up to knights from a lowly squire,
Yet the only request I require,
Is whatever category, when it comes about time
Bring to Rest My Weary SoulBring to rest my weary soul,
Let me sleep 'fore I grow old.
That hallowed place of swaying grass
Before my eyes shall never pass.
Bring to rest my weary soul.
Day is gone, burned like coal.
Now is here, but when I leave
all will fall in dreamless sleep
Cursed are you, my dreadful friend.
Can't you see I'll bring the end?
All is well inside your sleep,
My wounds are harsh, the cuts made deep.
Sing with me, my vengeance tune.
Fires clash inside the Moon.
Worried is your beating heart,
that soon from it all life will part.
Bring to rest my weary soul.
I want the peace, I crave the calm.
Voices scream inside my head
I tell them 'No, I'll sleep instead.'
My lips are cold, my heart so numb
I fail to see what I've begun.
While in this dark I see no light,
I will not give my will to fight
A goodbye kiss in my hair
Snowflakes fall while I stare
Finally it's come to pass
My sweet depart, this breath my last
But still the voices scream and shout,
'Set us free! Let us out!'
'No,' I tell them, swee
I am HERE...yet to be FOUNDI AM HERE, yet to be FOUND
I feel lost; I don't know what to do.
I don't know what I am doing.
Or if there's anything worth doing
I'm here in the end yet I am just beginning
I want something more
I know I'm meant for something greater.
Yet it seems that my hands won't reach it.
And every time I think about it
I feel a hole in my gut,
that's telling me there's more to life
than just being THIS an irrelevant stone
waiting, just waiting to be found
waiting to be polish
hoping, just hoping that I would come out
as a precious as I was born to be
or even more precious than a diamond
Is this enough?
Is this ALL OF IT?
I feel like I'm gasping sand in my hands
It is slowly slipping away
The more I hold on to it, the faster it slips.
But the lesser hold, the greater probability,
that the wind blows all of it
What do I do?
I lied when I said "Let it go."
Because I know I can't
Because I know I won't
But time can tell
I secretly hoped I would be not just so
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