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an eternity has
gone by
and
i
have died
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Save Me.
the walls are closing in.
Save Me.
from the demons that live within.
Save Me.
my mind begins to spin.
Save Me.
from this unfitting skin.
Save Me.
for they are whispering sin.
Save Me.
for my life is about to end.
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I Open my Eyes. The Sky is gray. Rain is wet against me. Wind Howls down empty streets. Hurricane.
I Open my Eyes. I see the World. Hear the distant Roar of the Ocean. Feel the rain. Smell the Sea. Taste Fear.
I Open my Eyes. Step into Liquid, cold. Cold. Cold like ice. Feel the Rain and Feel the Life racing through me.
I Open my Eyes. I See the World.
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And yes, you can make
all the excuses you want.
you can justify your
wrongs in any way that makes
your insecurities turn into
a feeling of power and well being.
You can dismiss the blatant truths
right in front of your eyes
in search of any reason to tell yourself
that this is not who
you really are.
But in the end,
you cannot hide from the truth.
You must come to face who you are,
who you have been,
what you have done.
In the end,
you cannot make any more
excuses.
You cannot cover up
any of your wrong doings.
You can no longer seek
to feed off the weak,
rather you must come to terms with
yourself and who you really are
as a person.
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Like a newborn opening its eyes for the very first time
It comes upon me that I have been living blind
Walking, talking, breathing, but not opening my eyes
To the beauty I’ve been missing should be a crime
Like many before me, I try to rewind
All the hours I’ve wasted, all the wonders I missed
Obviously I should have taken more risks
But reality comes harsh in the mornings; I can never go back in time.
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A forest.
Walking into a land of mystery,
You never know what you’ll find here.
It is a place where things go bump in the night.
A place where you stumble across contrasts.
A place that contains three phenomenons:
Water, fire, serenity.
What is this place you ask?
A forest.
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Out here in the sand
when you don’t know who’s the Enemy and who’s a friend
and it f**ks with your head,
It’s hard to tell
What you’re fighting for
By the fourth tour,
When you’ve seen the Enemy’s father ask
“Why have you Killed my son?”
then you come and you tell Me
Who won
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the reading of books
and nonchalant looks
has got me up on edge
how do i let
my true colours flow
when i am nothing
but the universe
which is only everything i know
how can i make do
with the unjust
and bias based views
of powers that i know to be true.
i am blind
i am weak
i am a child of unknown beliefs
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They come
rushing forward
rolling off your tongue,
spitting through your lips.
as they fly
through the air,
you never realize
what damage they
will do.
They hit me
with a force
unimaginable
unfathomable
unreal.
like a spear stabbing
straight through my heart
i feel as if i
am dying.
physical abuse can
heal with time
but words
will nestle within
and haunt you forever.
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sitting in the dark
waiting for the sun
that will never come
dreams turn to sand
slipping through your hands
the wind wiping wildly
through your long and unkempt hair
naked as a baby
dressed and gone to war
please somebody save me
from the shadows
outside my door
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I don’t know if I’m dumb
or just uninspired.
These poems used to
come to me.
Now they
Run from me.
Playing hooky.
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