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WaitingWhy can't this pain and sadness disappear?
Why can't my gnawing regret simply vanish?
The mistakes I have made are mine I admit.
But I shouldn't have to hold them forever.
So conflicted, so confused,
Skies once grey that suddenly turn blue.
And grey again as my life continues on.
But I wish those skies would stay the same,
Maybe then I would notice them around me,
As I fall in complete darkness, waiting,
For the sun that I know will never rise.
Oceans DrowningMy tears are blinded by the darkness as it crawls next to me,
And now I am falling into the sky as you reverse my gravity.
I never knew colors so blue but I guess I never paid attention,
For my eyes were always focused on the future I thought I had.
And now I'm falling, falling again, towards the ground below.
And I'm crying, crying again because I know you'll soon go.
Oceans form in the sky, drowning the stars as they burn away.
And I know that I'll be by your side, watching you fade away.
Army of the LostI am fading, slaving away this time called life.
It is not able to be mine anyway, I am nothing.
Only a dog ready to jump at the manager's call,
And scrub all the dirt from the customer's shoes.
I wonder why I succumb to such horrible standards,
When I do so much for them, who could do nothing?
But I suppose this is it, acceptance will come,
When my spirit dies to join the army of the lost.
UnwrittenThese tears don't want to stop, they keep falling.
Though my unwritten expression stays the same .
I feel betrayed, numb from the sadness and pain.
How long will it be this time before I can move on.
I thought I had finally figured out my confusion,
To choose a life filled with unwavering happiness.
But now, I think that I may have been mistaken.
There is no stability in a world of pure selfishness.
Unknown AloneGod I'm scared, I don't want to be here.
Why can't time just stop? For a minute?
I want the cold hands of fate to let go,
But nothing will save me when I fall.
I can't do this, moving on is too hard.
Yet I know that if I tried I'd succeed.
And that alone is unbearably depressing.
To enter a world unknown, and so alone.
Hate's HelpHate is something within me, ugly and as black as night.
It feeds off my insecurities, growing with every tear shed.
Sometimes I try to deny the hunger, shoving my anger away.
Often I cannot fight it, barely making it through the days.
Yet I accept hate with the love originally meant for family,
Those bound to me by blood have long since lost my faith.
It was only when I was locked away in my deepest despair,
That I understood hate was the only one who could be there.
Discarding all my dependance, becoming reliant on myself,
I learned that happiness could be obtained through this.
But it was not without help that I regained understanding,
My eyes were opened by hate to see all the world's beauty.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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