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Cynical Insensible Intangible World The worlds a myth No ones ever lived in it You've ever hear anyone say I love to live And mean it?   The worlds a lie
Cynical Insensible Intangible World The worlds a myth No ones ever lived in it You've ever hear anyone say I love to live And mean it?   The worlds a lie
I was young. We were young, Yet we planned our whole future for when we were adults. We were going into 6th grade, middle school.
I speak my wishes into existence. I will no longer go through this self resistance. I set myself free to fly amongst the sea.
When your back is pushed against the wall Keep ya head up 
And so the hairy fat ape raped the  puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell limp down the stairs of its sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing, facing the corner,
To my descendants: When I arrived in this role I had been given, love was blossoming in many ways. People were just learning to love people for who they are, what they are.
An addiction, that's what he wasGreeted by a pulsating desire to shoot him,through every vein in my bodyA soft start, to calm my worries with his powers,and a smile like two rows of gold
I feel like you look for messages engraved in the cliche i don't like it but it seems to work. this is straight forward. i miss my metaphors tired and hungry I can't help but wonder
Here I sit, Mind opened, Thoughts spilling onto the floor, Creating a raging sea. A sea so vast, A sea so wide, A sight so magnificent I nearly cried. There is no plan of action,
I am a coward. I'm too scared to face myself.. Too scared to find myself. I'm always running away from thinking about the inevitable. I run away from reflecting on them.
It was their choice to have me, not mine. It was also their choice to have 5 other children, not mine.   It was their choice to have two cars, not mine. It was their choice to live in this house, not mine.
  They look like innocent birds,
I hate the feelings of someone leaving
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me? My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
Its 11:55 right now and i began to think to myself why? Why me?  Why now? I work blood sweat an tears and do not know the reason why? Why does she lie? Why now?  My hands get weak when i think of this situation,
I forget the time that's passed, ironically I even forget what your face looked like as I remember our moments together. Most days it's as if you never existed. As if one tear never fell from my eye for you.
Not everything works Like it used to when We were young Disease fills us Disorders rot our minds and We’re never cured Anxiety creeps up Fire that you ignore but Can’t put out
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind. Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:  
Uh in this world We listen to the public To things society says Speak something of it Searching for the person to be Sit here do nothing Fighting while chasing our dreams Failures no option
You know what makes me tick....
Dreaming is the language that my mind speaks
Rushing, always rushing, Really no time to look back for what you wish was coming. Movement, perpetual movement, Making steps towards the revolution.   "You're so strong," they always said,
And it's just me Laying on my chest, laying on a patch of grass I glance around to find scorches earth The comradery is a memory now My friends are a memory now The weight on my back is a nation
March twenty-fifth is when I missed your tender kiss.
Skyscrapers and boxes while the sound of adolescence crowds the halls.
i want you to see the scars on my skin the wounds youre responsible for i want you to witness my blood an my pain and my nights spent alone on the floor   i want you to watch as the sharp razor glides
I hate being in between We are always forgotten  Well, I guess that’s what it means to be middle class All I ever wanted was to go to school They say my parents make too much for me to get financial aid
oh, you like her? oh please tell me more. wow, shes pretty! thats in creaqdible she really sounds like one of a kind. listen, now you have to understand here you seem to have this brain defficiency 
Cut out your fear and aggravation
Simply edu
When I sit in your class Concentrating hard, Your goal is aparent, Only to bombard.   Questions then statements,  Rude and nice, Don't tell me to be  "As quiet as those mice".  
Work, sweat and sometimes cry, deadlines are coming and the only thing not stopping is time. Submit your work and close your eyes.   Take a deep breath and feel like you made it.
One that dreams is one that traveles to another universe of infinte possibilities.  One that dreams is one that driftes to a imaginary land where the hauting face of their reality dosnt exist. The one that dreams can live two lives.
Grin at the fact that this page is my shrine.   Where I write what I feel, It's more than surreal.   It's fact. Written down just like that. With the snap of my fingers. Does the impact linger?
  Forget not the blood I shed, The crown of thorns placed on my head, The nails that pierced my feet and hands, And the prayer of forgiveness for you I said.   Forget not why I had to die
Scanning the ground since out of the nest, Exerting energy to nothing left, Eagle in the clouds swooping to engage, Capitilizing on opportunity on all preys, The mind is set fourth to be in success,
“Life sucks. Then you die.” Said a father to his son The father was bored at the son’s baseball game The father never came to another one Only one vacation to the shore
I want a Son I want to witness my baby boy’s birth. I want to show him his promise, his worth.
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