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i thought it was all a dream until i looked down at
my hands.
that's when i knew it was real.
that's the great thing about them;
scars, that is.
scars never lie.
my hands.
that's when i knew it was real.
that's the great thing about them;
scars, that is.
scars never lie.
Literature
Put the Past Behind
Unclench your fists and listen to me.
Forget the past and wake to reality.
Learn from the things that made you this way.
Let go of the misery, and smile today.
Whatever happened stays in the past.
You can't change any part of that fact.
No one's at fault for all that's happened.
Life is just full of coincidences.
Even though you want someone to blame,
Don't, because life is just a game.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.
Just learn and be careful the next time you choose.
What's happened, has made you stronger.
What's happened, has made you smarter.
Don't say, that everything was a waste,
Because you'll never learn without
Literature
Disturbed
I'm disturbed.
Thoughts of everything occurs.
Everything swirls in my head.
I'm happy one moment, and sad the next.
The decisions I make are never right.
The choices I take confuse me inside.
Everything bites me in the ass once again.
And I'm left alone with more of this pain.
Every moment, I feel the need to break down.
You won't find a smile, only a frown.
I can't smile when I feel like this.
My life, is full of tortured secrets.
I need to let go, of all the pain that's buried.
Everything that remains deep inside of me.
I seem to be holding onto them though.
I can't seem to just let these things go.
I guess I'm addicted to h
Literature
Shades from within
Staring into the blank void, I live
A spectral shadow of dynamic and exotic dimensions
Where a whisper
Lasts forever
And a heartbeat
Can fly on eagle's wings
a divine nothing of elegance
eternity turned empty, and
sideways
i cannot answer this call
For it enraptures me
And this breath that never wakes
Is lost in the silhouette of dusk
a face of miles
and the old jukebox still cries at night
A soul of streaming silence
Shatters perception
to a place
where God does not exist
and eternity is a gentle echo
That rouses me from sleep
to sigh my name
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i never know what catagory my poems go into. but i'm pretty sure this one is meant to be read aloud
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