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I love the pose that you have chosen for this particular piece. I also love the fact that it looks like a painting rather than a precis...

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06:04
There's this empty feeling that I get when the wold is always sleeping. The silence that exists within my mind makes me feel I'm the only thing breathing.
It makes me want to run away. Before my mind starts thinking. The emptiness inside my mind is worse then my own heart beating.
Where in the world do I go when this world is not my home. Is there a place for those like me, I need to know if there is such hope.
If there isn't then tell me why the many times I've almost died death didn't come to claim prize when it was just laying there for the taking.
Was I not worth the years of waiting? Or am I all these things that those kept saying.
Years before this said awakening. Where things had hope and there was some sense in playing...
The game.
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Literature
Late Nights
Do you ever just look up and stare at the sky, and ask yourself how you're even alive.
Blacked out Amanti's tailing you home. With the moon in the sky as you're walking alone.
Too annoyed to even ask why, you turn back around and point to your knife.
Car now gone, you're all alone, turn up the music - let it guide me home.
Red and blue lights take me out of my daze 4 fucking pigs just got in my way.
What am I doing, and why am I here. 20 fucking questions just for walking right here.
They run me through then they tail me home, I make two lefts and get off the main road.
Out in the desert not the slightest of sound. I take in the silence as I wander on down.
Back at home, I'm never at ease.
I'm tired, so tired, God just let me sleep.
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Literature
2017.06.11
They were the children left for dead.
"Not worth the investment," is what they had said.
Four years old, yes he died young.
Not worth the redemption found in love.
So quick to judge but less quick to set free. The children whose potential left buried in the street.
8 years old and so full of hate. What would have happened if someone had filled that space?
Mud from the gutter stuck to his boots. Ready to fight, though they'd told him he'd lose.
Where would he be at 23, if someone had just showed him the person he could be.
Not stuck in the gutter covered with blood. An old school motherfucker waiting to be judged.
Cursed to live, though born to die. Lost in a world that won't even try.
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Literature
2017.06.03
I wish I could un-know what I know now.
Simply to ease the pain of breathing.
So my heart can keep on beating,
In a way that is not seizing.
Every. Single. Opportunity.
To bring death closer to me.
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Literature
Anna Ray Greyson
I'm going to miss the idea of having you.
But, I know deep down that I'm not strong enough to.
Your name your face I can't really place,
A punishment made for the games that I played.
I don't want you to go through that kind of pain.
I don't want you to question why you were brought here again.
The world is cruel and it won't get better.
Hello and goodbye...I will love you forever.
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Literature
Wolves, Sheep Sheep Herder
Keep an open mind they say.
To the bullshit game that they fucking play.
You ask me to come with the hope I stay,
Looking confused when I arrived that day.
Not worth the investment because of past transgressions. What, are you trying to teach me a lesson?
What the fuck are you trying to prove, when you tell me these things that you think are true.
What the hell are you doing to do when you come to find out who you're talking to.
Are you going to runaway too?
Back to your clique and the shit they spew. A trigger happy ex-con may be what you see.
Simply because you're afraid to be free.
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Literature
Nemo
I see you now, you're lost at sea,
In sadness you are slowly drowning.
Lost inside your lonely mind,
you keep telling yourself not to try.
Frees not free when you're living a lie.
Freedom is found in the world outside.
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Literature
Monday thru Wednesday
I.
I fill my cup with Sarcosine,
and mix it with the Cytosine.
I take the taste of you away,
with a side of Amitriptyline.
I walk outside my door,
and head over to the store.
Cigarettes and some regrets,
take me to the shore.
Cup of coffee in my hand,
I watch the world I cannot stand.
II.  
I walk my way across the shore,
to wash away my thoughts once more.
Xanex bars to hide the fact,
I wasn’t made to smile like that.
Svedka calls my name,
as I fill my glass again.
I roll a blunt to help me sleep,
I never wanted to be awake.
As I waste another day,
in a very special way.
I like to think this life was good,
God, take me someplace safe.
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Literature
Fold
What do you want me to say,
As I watch your memory fade.
With a fifth to split between each pack -my mind in a faraway place.
My eyes they, reflect like glass, as I sit here with my past.
I haven't time for conscious thought,
So don't bother to even ask.
What I think or where I am,
why I won't or think I can't.
It doesn't matter where I am,
So, please, just leave me as I am.
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Literature
2017.04.07
"Don't let your fear control you." You whisper behind closed doors.
An expectation that you, yourself wouldn't dare fight for.
How can you expect something, that you yourself would not give?
How can you tell a total stranger to live a life that you would never live?
Is it because you think I'm strong, because darling those observers never did.
Don't you see your own potential to live the life I'm burdened with?
Why would tell me to destroy myself, for those that left me dead?
Why would you leave me alone at night with those words scorched in my head.
Can't you see that I'm doing my best to live a life you have never lived?
Why do people always expect things from people that they themselves would never give?
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Literature
Enough
Don't tell me to keep trying.
Don't tell me that it will look up.
I'm tired of being lied to.
Just let me give up.
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Literature
This isn't Easy
People always want what they cannot have. And yet, they wonder why the world's so sad.
You can't find peace in the price you paid. You look for a solution in the scars you raised.
It's not going to be today, and it won't be tomorrow. But, please find gratitude in the path you follow.
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Literature
Exhumation
I.
There was something that corrosive.
That intolerant.
That ignorant.
That chaotic.
That drew me to your aftermath.
Something.
Somewhere.
Told me not to.
But oh, how I was drawn to you.
II.
I couldn't escape. I didn't want to.
That time.
That moment.
That place.
When you too, saw something worth holding onto.
III.
I was consumed.
Exhumed.
Forced to resume.
Daily life.
A simple shell.
Forged in hell.
To give you something worth loving -
even if it was yourself.
IV.
I will never stop living - even if it's spent waiting.
For a moment.
Words spoken.
Or silence.
The memory is what I crave.
One day.
I will forget.
But I'm not ready.
No, not yet.
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Literature
Rocky Mountain Fever
There is a sweet addiction,
to the sound of precision.
A weapon is the heart -
shot right through.
With words I will not utter,
His silence begging me to.
Listen to the hammer hit -
A cocked and loaded gun.
Dead is the man,
Whose heart I could not love.
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Literature
2017/02/14
When you're born inside a lie,
How does one find time to try.
To live a life not meant for them,
Without trying to take their life?
When the nights have left you cold,
And you don't trust a single soul.
Why would you waste the time to play, when you would really rather fold.
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Literature
Worthy
I want you in my arms,
So that I can trace the scars,
That are adorned all over your body.
I want to take the time,
To memorize each line.
Simply to remind you that you are fine.
A battle worn body,
With a glorious heart,
That no mortal dare disregard.
Smile for me, and as I sit listening,
To each heart wrenching story.
(You are worthy...)
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There's this empty feeling that I get when the wold is always sleeping. The silence that exists within my mind makes me feel I'm the only thing breathing.

It makes me want to run away. Before my mind starts thinking. The emptiness inside my mind is worse then my own heart beating.

Where in the world do I go when this world is not my home. Is there a place for those like me, I need to know if there is such hope.

If there isn't then tell me why the many times I've almost died death didn't come to claim prize when it was just laying there for the taking.

Was I not worth the years of waiting? Or am I all these things that those kept saying.

Years before this said awakening. Where things had hope and there was some sense in playing...

The game.
06:04
My mind when the world sits waiting In mourning.
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Do you ever just look up and stare at the sky, and ask yourself how you're even alive.

Blacked out Amanti's tailing you home. With the moon in the sky as you're walking alone.

Too annoyed to even ask why, you turn back around and point to your knife.

Car now gone, you're all alone, turn up the music - let it guide me home.

Red and blue lights take me out of my daze 4 fucking pigs just got in my way.

What am I doing, and why am I here. 20 fucking questions just for walking right here.

They run me through then they tail me home, I make two lefts and get off the main road.

Out in the desert not the slightest of sound. I take in the silence as I wander on down.

Back at home, I'm never at ease.
I'm tired, so tired, God just let me sleep.
Late Nights
Average day/night for me. Thought I'd write about it. Side note: the pigs were more obvious in following me then the Amanti, hence the back roads.
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They were the children left for dead.
"Not worth the investment," is what they had said.

Four years old, yes he died young.
Not worth the redemption found in love.

So quick to judge but less quick to set free. The children whose potential left buried in the street.

8 years old and so full of hate. What would have happened if someone had filled that space?

Mud from the gutter stuck to his boots. Ready to fight, though they'd told him he'd lose.

Where would he be at 23, if someone had just showed him the person he could be.

Not stuck in the gutter covered with blood. An old school motherfucker waiting to be judged.

Cursed to live, though born to die. Lost in a world that won't even try.
2017.06.11
If you know, you'll get it. If you don't, that's cool. Either way, consider it a tribute. WIP -->

Columbine
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I wish I could un-know what I know now.
Simply to ease the pain of breathing.

So my heart can keep on beating,
In a way that is not seizing.

Every. Single. Opportunity.
To bring death closer to me.
I'm going to miss the idea of having you.
But, I know deep down that I'm not strong enough to.

Your name your face I can't really place,
A punishment made for the games that I played.

I don't want you to go through that kind of pain.

I don't want you to question why you were brought here again.

The world is cruel and it won't get better.
Hello and goodbye...I will love you forever.
Anna Ray Greyson
I'm lost again. I'm at a crossroad. Right to choice is a bitter, and honest reality.

What we want isn't always what we can have. The mind and the heart are at war once more....
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