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Aqua Tears. |
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xTr3m3sT Member
since 2008-03-03
Posts 415 |
Forever stuck with tremors filling my head instead of stopping I am dropping this lead on this paper with furious anger and aggression let this be a lesson to those who don't see the expression of my soul through the words inside my mind everyone is blind to this rare, secretive kind of music that expresses the soul, rather then material objects just like ethereal melodies, I'm rhyming with serial subjects what perplexes me is the fact that people can't see the fantastic ability that lays within me lacing my boots, ready for a new day trying to say the things that I crave today morphine, cocaine, codeine, anesthetics pain that comes from gaining fake synthetics it's pathetic, I have to stay here in fear of my life for the simple fact that people act with furious strife I'm connecting a knife to my skin as if it will cure the pain that comes in it's natural form, it's pure. Covered in the lies that flies around my head dread revolves around my head as I lay in my bed attempting to get away from this day that haunts my inner thoughts of murder that my spirit wants the feelings taunt me, driving me to insanity what will it take to be just like the rest of humanity it's so sad to see the pure from of misery the agony that engulfs the painful grief is a mystery position yourself in my shoes for just a moment so I can watch you twist and turn and become transparent clear and filled with fear that I hear within my ears while the tears overflow across your face, as it appears you can't handle the years of pain I have endured so I can guarantee that your fate is assured never again say you know what I have been through for you have no idea the way my life turned askew away from the good side of the road of truth my youth has disappeared, I am no longer the sleuth of the trail that has already left me alone and I just want for this to be known I am numb inside, outside I'm cold for the scum of the earth has left me in mold. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Angel, Good end rhymes, keep it up. Do you hear the kids outside my door. It's supposed to be 95 here tommorrow. Welcome to riot season. Bobby |
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Ray Sharpe Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 112Tenerife |
I sincerely hope that you just have a fertile imagination ...otherwise such wonderful talent is going to be wasted |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Unfortunately, Ray, this is not just Angel's imagination. Angel, please do 10 things for me, for you, for the universe. 1. Take a long deep breath. 2. Relax every muscle - large or small - in your body, one by one, starting from the muscles in your toes and working your way up to your head. 3. Hold your breath for a few seconds until you can picture a beautiful flower in your mind. 4. Hold your breath and that picture of the flower for a few seconds more. 5. Slowly breathe out still seeing the flower. 6. Get up and walk until you find a flower - it could be in a vase, a florist shop, a park or somebody's garden. 7. Really look hard at and deep into that flower, even if only for a few seconds. 8. Let the beauty of that flower spread to every cell of your body and relax your body, your mind and your soul. 9. Do something nice for/to somebody - be it a big thing or a tiny thing. 10. Go home and write a poem about it. I know you know that I am not trying to dictate to you, just to help. Please don't try to find reasons why you can't do this, try just doing it before you find the reasons. Hugs - Owl |
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