Poetry of an Insomniac
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"6 Years"
Haven't found a way,
a path to set me straight,
What will I be,
I cannot foresee,
the clock upon the wall,
serves its purpose well,
but I am still aimless,
with no one left to tell.

I'm still an aimless child,
Temple of body is defiled,
regrets are burned into me,
soon my life you will see,
The folly of my youth,
from first step to first lost tooth.

I'm going nowhere,
Im breathing empty air,
I'm slipping further down,
the ladder of morality,
shunned by those who surround me,
ostracized by all,
I'm empty,
just a shell,
a former life of someone who did well.


"Face"
There is a place where all doors are closed,
This place isn't known by those transposed,
everyday we hunt and we search,
every night we wait and we pearch,
This place isn't perfect as we think it to be,
It isn't your heaven at least not to me,
but the happiness gained in this place of values,
is nothing compared to what we will now choose,
we haven't made the right choice in the longest of times,
and we haven't figured out anything without our rhymes,
everytime I think of this far off place,
I sit and I think that it resembles your face.
  "Another"
Another car drives by,
another eye turns dry,
a long heart felt scream,
caused by an emotional dream,
the ticking of the second hand,
amplified by madness,
the beauty in your eye,
cut short by sadness,
every second hoping,
every second wishing,
I turn around,
and this time your there,
I'm speechless,
awestruck,
and I only stare,
at confidence cause by love,
I needed a push in a forward direction,
I thank you for the shove,
twilight illuminates,
and brings emotions,
daylight casts shadows,
and raises questions,
opposites attract,
and death is ONLY the end,
another car drives by,
another love trancends.

"I Choose"
Pushed up against the wall,
broken glass then I fall,
My hair is reddened,
my head is opened,
hated by mom, hated by dad,
Who's says life isn't bad,
death is the easy way,
I'll choose life any day,
I need to be helped by any,
I know that this happens to many,
but I do not want this,
I do not need this,
I hate what has become,
of my memories.



"In Line"
We sit and we wait,
for something to happen,
we believe in fate,
and predestined mapping,
Your patience is cursed,
with laziness,
and anxiety is blessed,
and stops lifelessness,
you do tomorrow,
what should be done today,
those lives full of sorrow,
about them we can say,
we do not need longevity,
some do not want eternity,
every hour keep busy,
everyday stay strong,
if you start to feel dizzy,
then nothing is wrong,
Your only relearning to live.


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