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This juxtaposition of heart and face can only unravel one difference, what's real and what's not, nonetheless what is revealed lies in the souls palette of emotions that lay continuing to languish until strokes of it's hue are bladed upon one's aegis, drilling through reluctantly.
I'm no sacrosanct, but I question the reality of God, at times I'll send a hope or prayer, then I feel like they're bouncing off the sky, once again I question God. I've questioned sovereignty and the validity of "Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness", hedonistic words, is it applicable or are we ultimately blind that we don't see the misery and chaos that has besieged us then, now and to come.
I'll lock my heart and tape my mouth but why does my mind keep screaming out loud, we're two left halves so we'll never be a heart, and yet the whispers tell me we shouldn't be apart, we shouldn't see each other like the moon and the sun, and yet the beats to my song tell me you are the one.
The life in which I subsist is destitute of quintessence, a scant shy of alacrity and reverie, with none to assuage such distress, bewildered by all the disarray and all that stimulates uncertainty.
This mainstream and it's vicious tongues severed so many tragedies like me, swathed my soul in darkness so blinding, flavoring my heart with uncertainty, tainted the light with all hopeless and lost, it bears no guilt while it burdens at my own cost.
I have every right to like myself for all the reasons you don't because that means I'm being me and not your inevitable dream.
I saw you sitting and crying, So I asked you why? You didn't answer....I tried to hold your hand...but you walked away...wiping your tears....then I realized you were sitting on my grave.
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This juxtaposition of heart and face can only unravel one difference, what's real and what's not, nonetheless what is revealed lies in the souls palette of emotions that lay continuing to languish until strokes of it's hue are bladed upon one's aegis, drilling through reluctantly.
I'm no sacrosanct, but I question the reality of God, at times I'll send a hope or prayer, then I feel like they're bouncing off the sky, once again I question God. I've questioned sovereignty and the validity of "Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness", hedonistic words, is it applicable or are we ultimately blind that we don't see the misery and chaos that has besieged us then, now and to come.
I'll lock my heart and tape my mouth but why does my mind keep screaming out loud, we're two left halves so we'll never be a heart, and yet the whispers tell me we shouldn't be apart, we shouldn't see each other like the moon and the sun, and yet the beats to my song tell me you are the one.
The life in which I subsist is destitute of quintessence, a scant shy of alacrity and reverie, with none to assuage such distress, bewildered by all the disarray and all that stimulates uncertainty.
This mainstream and it's vicious tongues severed so many tragedies like me, swathed my soul in darkness so blinding, flavoring my heart with uncertainty, tainted the light with all hopeless and lost, it bears no guilt while it burdens at my own cost.
I have every right to like myself for all the reasons you don't because that means I'm being me and not your inevitable dream.
I saw you sitting and crying, So I asked you why? You didn't answer....I tried to hold your hand...but you walked away...wiping your tears....then I realized you were sitting on my grave.
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a lot of shit is going on like it's so hard. the first of all is like school my dad's expecting me to have straight A's with the acception a B in a minor class like sophomore, and right now i have 3 B's for the marking period, maybe a c+ in history honors but i'm not sure. And he keeps just pressuring and shit aboutNovember 1, 2009, 500 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
