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You are everything
If I'm equally important
What are you fearing?
I promised you the world
And the universe I will give
If I'm equally important
What are you fearing?
I promised you the world
And the universe I will give
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Grief
The writer defies the empty page, and tears streaks of bitter frustration leaves his soul with a sigh of grief. He tries and tries and never bears fruit to anything. But his mind is troubled, his hands old, his eyes strained, Rage pours into his heart as peace and contentment leave his world. These frustrations only bear down upon us. He walks around his empty house as memories of sorrow arresting his once young heart weighs down upon him once again. The writer, now tired for the night with no fruition of his work goes straight to bed. He has a dream, a dream of wonder, excitement, passion. "AN INSPIRATION" he presumes. He wakes up in a flurr
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Wasteland
I sit here in my wasteland, I watch my world turn,
where did the time go, what did I learn?
I learned about love, I learned about error,
about betrayal and loyalty, about honor
and character. "Oh where has the time gone?"
I ask myself now, It's trapped in a bottle on yesterdays shore.
To anyone listening, to anyone who cares,
I'll tell you the secrets, my soul I lay bare.
Don't follow those dark footsteps that call out your name,
Don't listen to those demons who will leave you in shame.
Follow those instincts and watch for the flame,
it can lead you to heaven or burn you like hell.
Take all that you're given, try to l
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Night Terrors
The silence weighs heavily,
expanding around me, fog
I can't escape. The light
sweetness of the day, gone,
replaced by ugly loneliness
that whispers lies that could
almost be half-truths in the dark.
The blanket touches my skin,
irritant, my body writhes against
the tyranny of the sheets,
a lockbox of restless energy.
Lethargy replaced by wide-eyed
paranoia, a litany of worst case
scenarios, worries, what ifs.
My brain runs and runs and runs
until it overheats. I pass out in
a confused tangle of bed linens
and sweat, brow furrowed deep,
waiting for you to come home
to quiet the demons and make
it smooth once more.
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