Poems

I've lynched my emotion high and dry
left in the confusion of my last lie
I've lynched my emotion high and dry
swinging softly in the twilight sky
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My heart is empty,
But knows what it wants,
My soul is lonely,
But it knows what it needs,
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I am a weight upon your shoulders,
A raindropp in your storm.
I am a set of rolling boulders,
A wasp amongst a swarm.
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Life is harsh, life is mean.
They say life is anything you want it to be,
aim high and you'll achieve.
This is not true,
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If I said I care,
I'd be lying.
quite simply
I've given up on trying.
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School is war,
class is a battle.
My soul roars,
As my riffle rattles.
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'Why me? ' I ask and I plead,
as I soak up the sunset.
'Can I not just bleed? '
Instead of this burning sweat
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My mind is painfully cracking,
as I stalk the night sky.
My heart is slowly sinking,
as I plead and question "why? "
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'I'm tired' has become my life, a long lost devotion whilst my time slowly ticks on. I don't know where I am going or what I did wrong but my life seems so pointless, yet I'm still here 'strong.' I am a weak pathetic soul, ungrateful and untrue. The way I see it now is that there is nothing you can do. I allow you to live oblivious to my burning pain. Hiding behind my smiles has become an endless game, a losing war that I somehow cannot ignore. Instead of weapons of mass destruction I have a shield of pure deflection, deflection of love and kindness but absorbent of hate and vengeance.
I long for somebody's sanctuary when I sit here alone, I deserve the pain and suffering as it has been so clearly shown. I don't want rescuing but I don't want to do this on my own. My sunshine has turned to rain and my laughs have turned to shame. I try to erase memories like mistakes on a page but they don't fade. Pencil mark in grey that spread like fire wont go like this deathly desire.
Words unjust fill my broken mind and leave me in a war in which the answers I will not find.With this war one shall fall but it's between me so that cannot be, because if one side needs to die then surely that means I will perish no matter who wins or decease. It's a war between two sides of my despairing heart if one side no longer beats the other will no longer exist.
So oh gracious mind, where do I begin to draw the line? I don't see a light at all, all I read is the time that slowly runs out as the days go by although in total honesty that is quite fine as to me it is indeed divine but I look to you for words of wisdom but betrayed with thoughts of misery. I long to see a happy day where love conquers and hate resigns however this is indeed unlikely as it is too late.
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Waiting for the message to show is like waiting for darkness to glow
It's becoming a reoccurring pain that doesn't seem to go away
Day in, day out you've lost all strength to shout
Shout for what's right but with the bleeding wounds you can't fight
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