What serenity withheld in the palm of one’s hand.
The wind blowing through the world one fingertip’s length at a time.
How picture perfect, a true Kodak moment, or
maybe you’re just in ecstasy when you lie.
Shattered among the wreckage of a diseased one’s flesh.
The stinging in one’s eyes as the wind become blades slashing across your face.
How lovely to see one in such ecstasy flattened by the evanescent reality.
Imagination is ninety-nine percent imitation, you drone.
A perfect picture to see the world being placed upon one’s shoulders.
The pure imitation as you realize, its all a lie.
A liar is the person to blame.
Alone in crowds with a broken watch. Is this Watch and you really that much different?
I would have to say no. Sorry kiddo, its life. Get over it.
You’re about as broken as you think you are. You are about as troubled as a stream.
You flow in the same path, never changing, never plaguing, always there flowing.
I love the lie you live, It makes me happy to see you shatter your picture perfect world.
I hear the constant sighs as they overpower your breathes.
The exhales of your fakness, The mechanical lies of a seamlessly trouble mind.
You are what you think you are, A simple problem child without anyone to help.
I see that now, You are fake, worthless, and maybe just a dash of pathetic.
Oh how fun to watch you break your own picture perfect world.
Liar, cheater, Faker, Childish, Pathetic, Apathetic, Mentally weak.
You’re nothing but a mere ripped up photograph. Am I right?
Your mind is nothing, but calm water created rough by your own need.
You need this attention, you need this distraught, You have this problem...right?
You have no problem, You are a liar. Everything, you’ve done was your own fault.
Your own damn fault, and you drag others in. You find this lie and exploit it.
You make it innocent, but playing with the Theatrical masks.
Liar, Your picture perfect world shatters.
Shattering...Shattering...Shattering.
You are the only one to blame.
Life will continue whether living a liar or not.
People will eventually not care about you any longer.
Jump on the train, I’m the conductor.
Author notes
Pent up anger and frustration. Life is great huh.
Not very metaphorical. More of a "I have to release, than a I want to write."
I hope you like it.
My darker side seems to be portrayed in this. I mean my cruelty.
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whewwww
that was alot of frustration built up wasnt it now!!!!!
you wrote it well though... and kept my attention ...
the world is not a perfect place i agree... and we just have to keep moving forward even when it hurts....
great write!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This is overwhelming. So you seem to do that thing where you capitalize words to show significance. I've never been a fan, but it seems to be popular these days, eh?
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so this is what you meant with your message. pretty good... no wait very awesome. as I told you before you are wonderful at writing. somehow we share almost the same life. the only thing that changes is that I give up and you do not.
I approve the first two lines.
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<33 i love u more than kodoku person
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oh wow...visual...this is one of my favorites chryss! <3
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WOW
Like your softer side, I am drawn to your darker side. Meww, what a beautiful piece, i want to really take this one with me. I really like it. Absolutley mesmerizing in it's picture. And it applies to so many sad sad people.
I really like this and it makes me want to write darker peices. Which is odd because I am not a dark person.Either way, great job..
Love you Meww!!
~Jake~
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