Its weird how time still moves
Between honest storms and weather charts
My heart now only breathes to be amused
By the creeping cracking of the killers shoes
In by which you're nine to none
A parasite to the burning sun
I could only bring one innocent shrug
Into this mess of dusty rugs
Little feelings scratched in the wood
Broken bliss & splinters should
Preoccupy my mind
But I'm a case of deadly mistakes
Someone to buy my freedom
To understand the bit of hope I muster
Under every split diamond in the sky
To draw my true thoughts into the night
And by that time I should remember
The charred edges that were forgotten
Above all I wish I could agree
To drown in a fountain of empathy
I grabbed the nearest shovel
And dug myself a cave
Fell into an endless chamber
To find it was a grave
I'm being honest now
And reaching for the sun again
By the crawling killer who has arrived
Now in by which you're nine to ten
Author notes
I don't know. But honestly, I wish I could understand myself sometimes. And perhaps I do, and maybe that's what's gotten me so scared lately. Thinking more clearly than I used to be able to. At some point I guess you just have to see something that's been waiting to be seen...something that's been staring you in the face the whole time. Perhaps now I'm looking at it, or perhaps...I just think I am.
(I know I'm rambling about my thoughts that probably will not even be read by many)
But I hope...that I make an effect on the world before I die. And it will be in my deepest regret if I do not. There's so much to this world people don't tend to think about and if they only did...there's unlimited possibilites. I just wish more people in this world would open they're eyes a little.
Not that I'm complaining. I like to keep my eyes closed too. But only while sleeping...actually. Excuse me for my babbling, to everyone who won't read this.
Sometimes Between Two Windows Comes Inspiration
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Preoccupy my mind
But I'm a case of deadly mistakes
Someone to buy my freedom
To understand the bit of hope I muster
Under every split diamond in the sky
To draw my true thoughts into the night
And by that time I should remember
The charred edges that were forgotten
Above all I wish I could agree
To drown in a fountain of empathy
This is my favorite part, but you know I loved the whole thing...
and I did read your author notes, you sound exactly how I think, I can't seem to understand myself the majority of the time either and I've got quite a few years on you!
I ALWAYS am saying that nobody wants to see anything, so they don't look and it causes so much selfishness and ignorance...
ah well, I won't babble on and on, I'm in a constant battle with myself trying to figure me out, and I always feel like I'm strange because I look at things so different and analyze everything
But brilliant write as always!
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LOL, i just realized its sort of rare i write serious author notes. Well, I don't really know if I understand myself, half the time i think i've got it all figured out. And then i think something way out of line. I don't know. Don't worry, I doubt I'll ever be able to unless everything falls into place as i once thought it would. It seemed impossible for it not to. But I'm not so sure now. Sorry, anyhow, it really does make me mad about the ignorance thing too. Yeah i look at things different as well, but honestly, I like myself for that. It makes more sense, even if it complicates things.
THANKYOU!
AGAIN.
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flawless rhyme. not forced at all. i almost didn't realize it was rhyming. i like how i feel like it is a generally story sometimes but then you will remind the reader that you are in the story. good write.
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Thankyou so much
I'm glad the rhyme wasn't forced, most of it was accidental anyhow. lol. thankyou...
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