My sole happiness
Lives in a far off land, how I reminisce
The deluge of his affection
So relentless.
Afar may be
On the map we see,
We can never lie
That we feel close by.
But the hope that tomorrow
Is a day we can borrow
To waste away the day
Running out of jokes to say.
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Scooping pigments for breakfast
Figuring out how the mask will last.
Don’t let it melt,
So no loathing will be felt.
Keep packing up the pigment.
Thicker and thicker ’til the brush is bent.
No, you may not see the skin.
I don’t want to hide within.
Keep staring, keep pondering
If I am still underneath in
That mask you are seeing.
I am not hiding.
I am the mask I’ve put in.
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The wind kept crashing against my face.
Will I bring it to a halt or to my embrace?
A question I’ve longed to answer,
But the lid of my brain seems tighter.
All of them boast that they have it figured.
When all I want is to get cured
From the madness I have suffered
That the world has rendered.
I have longed to see you
And the youth in the bayou.
Struggling against the current
And to those who weren’t,
To know it’s never the end
Even without commend.
The pressure will be stronger
Hope you hold on longer.
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In consequences you realize
To stop yourself in doing
What you truly despise
That is to admit you’re losing.
Your dignity and honor
Is what makes you they told,
But inside you is full of horror.
There’s never an option to fold.
But in thinking of your future,
You think you really have one?
Gives your mind full seizure.
That all you need
Is revenge to be done.
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When the rose is dead,
The room red
And you’re alone in your bed;
It will enter your head
Why the rose is dead.
The lies and the cries
Became bigger in size
She slowly flies
Away from your eyes
Until the rose dies.
They did not anticipate
To become what they hate.
Thought they could be great
Wanted to start with a clean slate,
But it was too late.
Everything was said.
Both have bled
And the rose is dead.
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A mad man
In a mad world.
Mad for no reason
And mad for endless reasons.
Insanity enters
Your soul
Never falters
Like a ghoul
It lingers
To you whole.
Rid of all the madness
A goal you can’t achieve.
It always leaves you senseless
To the point you want to leave —
Everything.
‘Cause everything is mad.
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Those who can’t bear silence
Have thoughts that are endless
All are merging and mixing
They need the noise to fill in.
So decide if you’re truly done.
If you want to be fully gone.
Leave the life so pointless.
Don’t hesitate, be reckless.
Be forgotten.
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Mind is fully hazy.
At times you’re crazy
Or maybe a bit too lazy.
Just can’t function properly.
Wanna deny reality
Just wanna get lost to the ecstacy.
Not ending life dully
Been crashing down lately.
No, don’t stop the crave.
Forever you’re a slave.
To whom will you surrender?
You choose your master.
Live in your delusion,
A place of elation.
Yearn for the intoxication.
It’s your only salvation.
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It ain’t the light.
Stop yourself if you might.
It will take you farther
From the right,
You might falter.
You think it’s heaven.
Up above it’s sending
You to that light
You were eagerly seeking.
At first a lovely sight.
You don’t wanna get stuck.
You’ll freeze like a rock.
Would wanna get out
Always the worst luck
In changing life’s route.
Once you’re in
There won’t be leaving,
No moving, no seeing
And no living
In that trick of the light.
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Mighty are those with mighty minds.
The universal capacity of their infinite thoughts.
Stepping on creatures whom they belittle.
Treating them as nothing.
An addition to the wasteland.
But never will they experience glory.
The true meaning of their identity.
As beings who are born free.
But were injected social responsibility.
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