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Introspection

Overwhelming desire to escape
Stuck in place
Sadness and fear, paralyzing

I hate this feeling
I want to break through the glass ceiling
But something is holding me back

My inner tragedy, glorious
And beautiful I think
At its core it is my captor and rescuer

Circles are fearful
Never ending and repetitive
Drudging depression

Alienation and isolation
I am a foreigner in an unwelcoming land
But the cruelest thing
Is that for a second, it is inviting. Deceptive.

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Desolate hope

When I sit down and write

I think of all the problems I could write about

All the woes and all the worries

 

But I choose not to indulge

In what ultimately traps me

For inside me lies a glimmer of hope, or perhaps ignorance

That maybe all these problems will die in neglect should I not face them

 

Should they face the loneliness that consumes me

They would cower and wither

Oh so I hope

 

But it is crystal clear that they shall haunt me yet another day

And when this happens I sit down and write

But I write about a bed of roses instead

 

I realize not that each rose has thorns

And thus hurt myself in my blindness

And this adds to my woes and worries

That I choose not to write about as I sit down

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Letting go

To truly move is an art

To be able to restrain looking back

And taking one last glance and what could possibly be

 

To be a wanderer is to let free

Of desire of want and of need

To walk without commitment

To the ground

 

I am a wanderer earthly and sound

Knowing that I must never look back

To move and to hold every experience for a second

And to let go without fear or sadness

 

I will let go and run

And swim against the current

Because I know not commitment

For I am a wanderer free and detached 

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Scars.

Ten silver dreams coming after me

Telling me that I must take

The godforsaken path 

 

So I tread with caution and wonder

And my godforsaken soul

Craves another

 

I’ve lost my innocence

I found myself relief

In cups of sadness and I escape

 

You brought me up and let me fall

And this is my sweet destiny

To destroy myself in passion

 

You think you’re different?

You keep on getting better faster

But I’ve lost my innocence

 

I’ve lost my purity

I’ve lost my confidence

I found myself relief in cups of sadness

 

Bring me up and let me fall

Build me and destroy me

Because my godforsaken soul

Would rather live a life that’s not my own 

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Lasting Impressions

I left my heart on the sands of Venus

With a soft sorrow voice I left you

My last goodbye

 

Summer months come to an end

And my war has been fought

But the victory I sought

Is no where to be found

 

I left my heart on the sands of Venus

As I sang to you

And I touched your lips with song

Will I see you one more time?

 

I have grown very little

But to say that is a lie

I am still quite shy

Of what I have become

 

I left my heart on the sands of Venus

With you it lies

You my foreign prison

And I your solemn prisoner

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An eternal trap.

I sit on the floor, look at the clock.

A quarter to one, or two, my eyes are blurry.

Swimming in a pool of blood, I look around.

Seven windows, seven stages.

I cry, blood. I cry blood.

My throat hurts, I scream but hear no sound.

The silence is deafening.

I am trapped in this dark cave, all that holds me is this abyss of silence.

My skull engorges , pressing my brains, stamping out every living cell.

I close my eyes, think for a moment.

Seven stages, seven prisons.

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Masquerade.

This shalt only last a few,

What is unknown, shall evince.

Verily it hurts, oh it so does,

I search and search, hidden by this mask.

For a new land, where I can be uncloaked,

My thoughts and actions reconsidered, then paraded.

I need what I want not,

But I want what I need not.

Burning hath never felt this good,

For I know, a prize lays at the end.

Succumb, absolve, submit.

My true colour is known not,

For this is but a Masquerade.

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