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sitting here in this lonely room
with nothing above my head but gloom
saddness weighs heavy again on my shoulders
it weighs down upon my life like sand beneath a bolder
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tired and hungry the beast still hunts me
he stalks in the shadows as life grows shallow
waiting for the days to get shorter so he can begin his slaughter
with hatred in his eye but his job on his mind
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early morning hours i just cant sleep
my mind goes far and my heart runs deep
you can see it in my eyes i just cant forget
so a late night sweat turns into an early morning breath
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left lonely happiness is now only a disguise
to mask away the pain that resides inside
like a thief in the night she stole my heart she stole my love she stole my pride
so now i fight with the pain
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5.

a new york dusk, long island specifically
with dust in my trails every thought is an epiphany
my soul is no longer similar to the time of my departure
the light breaks through like the arrow of an accurate archer
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no more being a user and feeling like a loser in life
i might step up in the light
but my minds on a different path tonight
words are out of sight
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forever young in my heart and always numb in my brain
im always wearing youth on my sleeve
hoping 1 day i can get this numbness and strain to leave
as never ending passion burns throughout my soul
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im writting this to let you know your more than a friend
and that you have helped me find my smile again
i dig your style so i ask if you shovel
some say love is blind but im dizzy and seeing everything in double
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when our fingers interlock we have each others hearts in our hands
our love is traveling through the universe and i hope it never lands
and baby it only gets better
im constantly havin dreams of me and u gettin old 2gether
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2 Faces In My Mirror

sitting here in this lonely room
with nothing above my head but gloom
saddness weighs heavy again on my shoulders
it weighs down upon my life like sand beneath a bolder
with suicide not a contemplation
but a plotted out destination
will the after life be a permanent vacation
or will it be an eternal damned nation
is death nothing but you getting ready to return
is it sitting in heaven or going beneath the earth to burn
only those who have seen my fate have learned
i think im waiting for my eternal sleep
but i do believe in that man called death
because around every corner i here him creep
and when im alone i feel his every breath
i know he is a man because a woman couldnt be so cruel
so with this razor or with this gun i challenge him to a duel
i stare him down from head to floor
then i realize, ive seen this man before
pace for pace and place to place
i know this man because im stareing at myself in the mirror face to face

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Jennifer Tkacz 02 April 2012

Hey keith I love your poetry what is your inspiration? Jen

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