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I will here plant a seed and feel the compost of forgotten years, and breathe the warm air of this, the present.  And wait in the world to see
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And this is it, the life I want.  I thought I couldn't have it all. I thought it was too much of a price to pay. I thought it was all for nothing... but here I am. I made it, and by my side-
This morning, I noticed something I have such beautiful eyes Which is weird I've never been happy with them Nor sad either I haven't felt any sort of feeling with my eyes Until I looked the mirror
Dear Mr. Anonymous, What is life like being a mystery?   Is it lonely, and empty, Or is it full of soul?     Do ever become tired or bored
Lazy rain patters on the rooftop Drops roll down the glass window A room - dimly lit and cool A tea kettle whispers slow   Through the window streams
My eyes are swimming the bags under my eyes are filled with good thoughts. 
Sweet nothings float through my ears and my eye lids are made of lead. 
I sleep safely knowing I’m with you in my head.  
  I look out into the congregation of individual souls, Temporarily blinded by the whites and yellows on the horizon, A feeling of peace and content;
You're beauty is like starlight, but more like the spaces in betweenBecause you're so much more than just a pretty faceYou're so much more than the precious pearls you hide behind
The Rain. It trickles down my window seal.It rushes to the ground, doing a cannon- ball on the blades of grass.The Coffee. The smell inpermiates my nose,making me inhale deeply,enjoying its strong aroma. 
"Money Makes Everybody Happy" Insecure stack buying you a backseat Sure alone to the beat dieing to the heat Let me speak  Crack goes your beak Crumbling because you weak
Silent as the desert nightThe cacti stood alone,Wading through the sands of children,Plac
This feeling Is foreign But welcome All the same It's strange  To feel it Bubbling up To the surface Coloring your soul With its cheerful hue Splashing my mind
The world is a dark and dreary place But you are the light in my life   You are the sunbeams caressing my skin As if saying hello to an old friend   You are the burst of warm air
Looking up I see you there;A star shining in the sky.Like a dimond hovering,There above the place I lie,
my heart dances wildly one,two,three a waltz   a cresent on both sides of my face bare my teeth and take on the world  a smile   warm embrace  temporary blanket  a hug
Chasing the future, consumed in the past, With thoughts that never last Forgetting the present I see at last All I need is some Satisfaction.   Shooting down time, marooning hate,
I missed you again today I've been doing this thing where I refrain from thinking about you until about the worst possible time in the day to break down When I'm dipping in the pool for the beginning of practice 
I've been searching for a way out of this blurred vision.   Among checkups and lenses I watched through pink frames. Instead I am ostracized
My flaws have no limit I am infinite Infinite as the knowledge bestowed Upon me I am the rhythm, jazz, rap and blues
I used to look in a mirror and see nothing more than a pale, meaningless skeleton Encompassed by pasty, white flesh with scars that seemed to never fade away no matter how much they healed,
13 160 At a time when all anyone wanted was to fit in, I could not hide in the crowd. If you cannot blend in, you must choose to shrink back or stand out.   18 120
See I often think with my head in the clouds But my brains always in a bit of a drought  It is not that I'm lame or full of self doubt I just always wonder what life is about 
The sky turned sepia today. The streets, trees, and cars, Everything awash with yellow.   The woman with fire for hair Walking her proud dog  Was reduced to a silent figure,
The sky turned sepia today. The streets, trees, and cars, Everything awash with yellow.   The woman with fire for hair Walking her proud dog  Was reduced to a silent figure,
The sky turned sepia today. The streets, trees, and cars, Everything awash with yellow.   The woman with fire for hair Walking her proud dog  Was reduced to a silent figure,
Never before have I seen such joy, Joy in the midst of sorrow, In the midst of pain, Of poverty,
During the hard times, Through the dark & lonely nights, Ones where I could feel my solemn heartbeat.. Beat slowly, & it's so silent all I hear; is my breath, irratic/uneven/unconformistic/,
I wake up every morning in this place In this place I feel the most content The most content I feel is in between its warmth and softness Its warmth and softness allows me to clearly think about my past
Close eyes, see your dreams Close mind, feel our beams Hover night, why it is so long One shake, one shiver The night, will be cold Inisght, none will be seen Tickle Tickle Tickle
As long as I'm happy, it doesn't matter to me. I could be waist high in sewage or keeper of bees. If something in my life can bring me glee, I will be content with what makes money.
I've tried so many times, and told so many lies.  I've sat and waited; and watched; was hated. 
Loneliness is such a bitter-sweet word Who else to you know better than yourself? The more you're alone, the more you know About what makes you tick.   Yet, what if there's things best unknown?
My walk through the park
Misty morning on a dew dropped day;
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I am alone,
Content is a disease that kills human ambition.   It keeps the questioning man, question less.   It keeps the curious man, curious less.  
  You whisper nonsense in my ear so soft, so gentle I listen closely to the cadence of your voice lulling me to contentment. You laugh. My heart soars. It vibrates through my flesh.  
I don’t want to do life today So I think I’ll just lie here I’ll be a Neo-Nietzsche Since life won’t do me either   What good is a body That only sees despair It’s not white or phallic
Naturally I wear my hair jet blac with no perm,Naturally I speak my mind if I see it fit,Naturally I am artistic,Naturally in nature I am me.
I cannot stand it any longer Should I fight and Should I die Would I feel at peace or cry? O' wonderful person before me I can't help but feel as if you tease me
Voices of my friends I hear it. Voices of my own I fear it. I'm living my life on an unbalanced ladder hoping that I will be a somebody. A tongue is sharp and can kill,
Sadness drowning me into the depths of the ocean as the sun glistens above me. The white clouds peacefully floating in the air while the Blue Jays dance with them. Now I grasp pain and misery. If I could learn to fly I would never return here.
There is a stranger looking at her in the mirror. She stares back, dark, wet hair. Her face- a mask of nothingness- but her eyes, filled with the deepest, contained sadness. Face, red and stained black with mascara.
Never get lost in the maze of making others happy, you may lose your own happiness in the process. No need to look, search, or wander, simply glance in the mirror, and look within yourself.
She’s broken. Broken into so many pieces from everything she has ever been through. Her heart cries out for a helping hand, but the tears just continue to flow like a waterfall. She’s terrified.
I see the Eleanor Rigbys and Gilbert Grapes everywhere I go, The people who forgot long ago to See beauty in people laughing, sunflowers shooting up Out of the ground. There are people who have never heard a canary
To be what I want to be is hard. To be what they want me to be is harder. To follow behind others and never be myself, thats somthing I have done for years. But I refuse to do that anymore.
There was a man. Who lived in a home on top a hill He lived alone He watched the birds come by his house He watched kids playing outside his home He wondered what it was like, to chase after that ball
Clouds of ghost nothings evaporating across the dark Sun: stubborn. Stars, free, warm, dancing. Crying. Skirts. Women
It glistens, It flutters, and silences. Overcome with power, climbing the hills. Riding like tides, flaunting its furious reds. It leads the way, only to paint, and leave a barren black.
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