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Contributed by XxNights_ChildxX on Sunday, 12th October 2008 @ 07:52:42 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Need a good cleansisng,
Need a good spill,
Need to get these words outside,
To purge them if you will.
Been so long since I last wrote,
All the thoughts locked away,
So I'm here right now typing,
To share my words today.
I love you with sincerity,
But then I hate self doubt,
Take into consideration,
And all the things about.
Look into the mirror,
Restricted chains of society,
Reaching out to grasp,
Equilibrium of sobriety.
To connect from brain to fingertips,
Word flow after structure,
Taping into the subconscious,
Like mental acupuncture.
The anxiety still felt,
Without physical symptoms,
Hit you like a hurricane,
Later develops into a problem.
But I can’t help the way I feel,
Can’t change to appease your ways,
It’s lying beneath my surface,
Like a headache on rainy days.
Clawing underneath my skin,
Threatening to throw me down,
They say the answers simple,
To just swim instead of drown.
But it really isn’t that easy,
When the nightmares remind,
The pain and utter terror,
All the horror you left behind.
Hold the oxygen mask to your face,
Breathe in a false ideal,
When you find out you are dying,
Your world becomes more real.
I couldn’t imagine my life without love,
It’s something that makes my life complete,
To hear the simple sound of his voice,
Makes everything around me more concrete.
Everybody’s living for themselves,
They’re all in such a rush,
No one stops to return a friendly smile,
Society’s very being’s starting to crush.
But I will continue smiling,
Even if in vain,
If only to persevere,
To keep my dignity sane.
Don’t say I didn’t try,
My voice has now been heard,
It’s written right in front of you,
I have left you with these words.

Copyright Â© XxNights_ChildxX ... [ 2008-10-12 19:52:42]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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