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Upon the place fate set aside,  there will be no forget-me-nots. There will be no roses adored in gold, nor any violets or honeysuckle. Cursed is this fate, holding onto the limbs of destiny.
To be alone; To be afraid. To be in cold; To wish for shade. To cry for help And want to grow, To hold an tight
God, cleanse me of all my wounds. That is all I ask. Amen.
My wife and I both worked at a video game store.They closed and we're not working there anymore.They closed their doors because of this damn Coronavirus.We're unemployed and no other businesses are willing to hire us.
I feel calm. I’m alone with no one to hear. The world is falling apart around me. So I smile. I smile as the wind rips apart everything in sight.
Even if I could become the greatest poet in the world, I don't know if I could tell you the words to win you over. You don't understand where I am coming from. You have gotten everything you have ever wanted
Do you believe in love? If you do, I have for years. And if you don't,  I've never heard the word. But I'd ask if I could change your mind, In hopes that you could change that.
Can you feel it?  My disparity, It’s there and all I feel. I’m desperate for you, Your touch, 
God is cruel, putting me and my emotions here with you. I am the failing punch-line of an unheard joke You are a center stage comedian
I'll never sleep again, if it means, Getting to see you; to prolong my life, By an indeterminable ammount of time. However long it takes to know you made it home safe.
                      When I look at that face there is nothing in. This world more clear then what I see, this is someone who’s achieved nothing. A being so afraid to change it does nothing but stare.The embodiment of sadness and anxiety.
Last night I had a dream That you were here with me That body was dripping with sweat  Sweet smell of ectasy Night prior baby We made music Might as well been an album
The door is unhinged— It does not open well. And when it does, I cannot close it again.   The door is unhinged— It does not open well. And when it does, I cannot close it again.
Cellphone oh Cellphone Where is your key? The jailor to my soul Please let me free I can’t escape you Sentenced for life
Dear Beauty,   I wish I would have known I wish I would have known That you are just a shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
And so there I was reaching out to you, I was calling your name....and you didn't answer.  Tears were streaming down my face, one after the other causing my vision to be blurred and so I couldn't see.
don't let the fuse burn too shortdon't let it burn too fastcause when that fuse is at its endwell that'll be my last
They say we only do drugs like we got no ambition, We take it personal cause deep inside we're on a mission, But people see only the worst like they got tunnel vision, They make us look so pathetic as if we got no wisdom,
Lips that slip, And the truth doeth strip, But their lies, Decides, And her heartbeat cries, And the anguished denies, But Still, Their wretched lies.   Hearts that fumble,
My hand reaches out,  Yet, I couldn't touch what I wanted.    Is it because my goal is too high? Am I not tall enough?   Was it too much to hope for,
We go about day to day seeking... Shelter, Food, Safety.   We go about night to night hoping.
there is no humanity behind these random acts, that took away your sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, mother and fathers
Yes I am broken and bruised, Yes willingly, I love the abuse, Yes the nights are long There’s not enough distractions in the day, Yes the reasons to leave Outweigh the reasons to stay,
I hear my name, turn around. Oh no, not he. Which one? The one who coos my name with flashing emerald eyes and curled tawny hair. Nothing exceptional, nothing rare.
Atonement   The most I can do with you now is to sit on this ledge, watching everywhere. I turn to watch you stare
Scared, worried, alone; Emotions flooding my concious.  These feelings won't subside. Almost like waves crashing against the shore, Of that lonley island I sat on.   My world is turning,
When alone and deserted  My attention still can't be diverted There's only one thing I need Only one thing I breathe You.   My hopes and my dreams, What do they even mean
For you,I'd hand the sun over on a silver platterB r i g h t  and  a i r y,Enveloping you in warming rays of goldI'd compliment the way it shaped your face-Silhouetting the bones beneath the surface
Every day, Every party, Every line, Every shot, Every girl, Every pill, Every joke, Every poem,
Your mind works in curious ways, like the sun only ever reaches it on the days when you let your guard down.Your optimism is much more rare lately.  
I’ve searched for you, Through the smell of Hydrangeas we once saw blooming in the summer, In the warmth where we took shelter inside each other’s embrace,
As I stand here on the brink of destruction
Hear my prayer, oh Lord This is my cry out This is my petition I’ll let it be your decision   Hear the words from my lips I am weak from my enemies
This lack of human contact Makes me want to stop breathing. It sits like a lead weight in my stomach Still and aching To touch soft adolecent Skin Other than my own,  
Guilt speaks desperately and the infinite stream of sanity
 Am I lost or have I looked too far into the truth into the valley of death where we all perish in? 
"Pursue your dreams!"  chippered voices encourage as mine pleads for guidance, "Just do what you love."  Easier said than done in a restless world where every tune is heard except the one within.
Tug of the hoodie, up and at em’ boy This is a setback; hell, the nights still younger than we are Huddle for the cuddle, group shot, 3 quick clicks, done Red eyes removed at the touch of a button  
I want you to hear me. I would scream profanities about how the weight in my chest makes me want to sink to the floor. But my mouth is glued shut By the fear that you wouldn't listen. And if you did,
I am not the only one Who has served someone my heart on a silver platter And had it left to spoil in the hot sun on their porch. Nor am I the only one Who has trapped someone else's words in my mouth
Dreams that compose an ever-so-distant me Wrap around in a cloak of contingency  Mirrored walls guard my heart Deflecting and rejecting all chances of happy
Music flows through her veins The notes and sounds awake Pulsing out of her heart To keep her body full
  A never ending line of bills Needing to be paid at the end of the month Debt is in the trash bin. Poverty is as stifling as the Miami heat on a Summer's day. How can I make it? How can I go on?
The alleyways are littered with broken bottles Bleeding amber liquid A fixer Another boy pulls the trigger  And paints the dirt with Something blue  
I'm the only one who cared enough, Who cared enough to tell you the truh. The truth about what you are,  You are just conceited. Conceitied... And desperate, Desperate for love,
Woe to thee my bonnie lass! The ship was lost at sea; And not a soul was saved, Not a soul but me.
It was a long night...   What grief, what sorrow did fill my heart. An ache unsatisfied with tears. Unsealing wounds. The thickest blood does seep from daggers. A kiss of death...Resurrection, I know.
All I have ever wanted was the Stars Painted across my flesh and bone Orion's Belt tight around my waist My heart filled to the brim with light of the Moon My eyes wicked like the wrath of Mars
Where am I going?  To the unknown, far but close. Scary yet wonderful. Where am I going?  Who knows? Do you? At times I may think to know where. At other times I may feel lost.
Where am I going?  To the unknown, far but close. Scary yet wonderful. Where am I going?  Who knows? Do you? At times I may think to know where. At other times I may feel lost.
I sat in a dark cold room Surrounded by my friends. My feet shivered on the cold stone floor, And fear filled the air.   I wanted to know why
Vulerable, Alone, Unstable. Without the makeup, you can't make a smile You can only cry because you don't have your costume. Desparate As you look for a way out Darkness Because you don't see the light
I wasn’t good enough,  Didn’t care about your stuff,  Couldn’t measure up,  Looked at the half empry cup,  And decided it was half full,  Bought into the lies and all the bull, 
It is of the deepest muck from which human desperation derives.   When the greatest humidity chokes the air, and daylight dries every upturned stone,
Careful where you point the knife. You might just take a life. Whether it be someone unknown. Or it even be your wife.   Careful where you point the knife. For it tells no lies.
My screaming wings have grown faint They strain against the beating wind to pull me to the top of the sea.
I have a vase Of sad forget-me-nots On the bedstand Next to Emily Rose-wooden eyes See what mine still hide from me Behind the thread and the needle holes I know we still holds my memories
Trapped within myself, Trying to break free, Trying to break my curse, And feel whole again. The wounds vary in size and severity, Some deep and excruciating, Creating a permanent scar,
Wake me up Before I lose it all This nightmare's a little too real Pick me up I'm starting to fall Pretty soon I'l forget how to breath I'm not asking. I'm begging you now
"You are like a cloud I spy peripherally, But vanish as I set mine eye upon it. but vanish as I cast my gaze upon it.
And then one day, magically, all of your motivation escapes you. Draining out onto the concrete. Gone. You’re trying to sweep it up, but it just slides through your fingers. And there goes your motivation
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