Life...I guess
It's what we make of it...
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Regrets
I really screwed up this time
Feared something I had no control over.
Now that so much time has passed,
I look back
Only to see happiness
If only I could have seen it when it was right in front of me…
So much regret.
But I’m the only one that feels it.
You’ve moved on
I’m stuck in place.
I made you a promise
I broke it.
Can I be trusted again?
Will you ever be able to love me again?
Will I ever be able to hold you again?
If only I could accept my fears.
Fears which lie in the hands of fate.
But
You’re Happy
I’m Not
But in my eyes, You’re all that matters.
Therefore I’m happy…
Just alone.
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Life
The world around me is moving so fast. It’s getting to the point where I can’t even keep up. I don’t even want to try anymore.
I’m tired of being strong all the time.
I’m tired of being depended on.
Can’t I just be normal? Like everyone else?
Can I let my guard down?
Or am I really even different, or is this all just self determined.
For once I want to please me. I want to feel at peace. No problems.
I only have the problems I make for myself. I don’t know how to change it though.
If I stop caring, I let people down.
If I care too much, I push people away.
Then what is left but to wallow in loneliness and self pity.
A feeling comparable to no other.
I can’t make myself change, no matter how hard I try.
I have a constant fear.
A constant pain.
A fear of being forgotten.
It hurts.
Every time.
I trusted.
Big Mistake.
Empty Promises
Hope.
Something I’ve given up. I don’t hope for the best.
I prepare for the worst.
Preparation doesn’t work though. Just doesn’t cut it.
It’s not the real thing.
Nothing can compare to being forgotten.
Trapped in my own thoughts.
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Pour Vous: Requiem to Her
Stop all the wheels, cut off the roads,
Kneel before the howling wolf of night,
Silence the music and with percussion
Bring out the grave, let the mourners come.
Let submarines submerge deep waters
Sinking into the abyssal ocean,
Where mercy or contempt are to be
Imploded by the pressure of…
(Source: metaphysicalacrobat)
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spaces
i love the spaces
between words,
the white gaps
that keep the
letters apartthey sit there
drunk
and
patientand they
don’t
try to sell you
shit
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The Word “Love” Shouldn’t Have a Past-Tense.
It’s alright.
You can cry if you want to.
You can stay up all night
Dissecting all the lies that still haunt you.She said
“I wanna make this work,
Let’s shoot for forever.
We can bury old ashes in the dirt,
We’ll mend those scratches.
I’ll heal the hurt.”She said
“I want you to know,
That no matter what,
I’ll be by your side.
To you, I’d like to show
That for every lasting cut
I’m just reminded of how I used to hide.”She withers with scissors in her hand.
Bewildered and unsure of her plans.
He never carved her name in a tree,
So he doesn’t know where her tangibility lands.
You can stain the blame on me,
But you’re the one that no one understands.-Dylan McDougall
April 21, 2012.
