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Inside My Mind 2
Contributed by
Blackheart
on
Friday, 30th August 2013 @ 03:20:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Could I make Brooklyn my canvas?
And I masterpiece the concrete for those still standing?
In other words make my very own walk of fame?
"What's your name?"
Nobody.
"In that case time would be a waste
No one would know your face thus giving no significance to the place
It's impossible to recognize nobody
Matter fact I'm talking to myself as if I'm actually talking to somebody
And people are starting to eye me
Like I'm not normal
So I'm gonna ignore you and act like I never saw you
Cuz reality is, I never saw you
You're not even standing here because you're not real"
You too?
Man forget you
Damn, what to do...
How do I become Somebody?
How do I become Something?
Lonely & loveless
Empty & motherless
Wandering & wondering
I'm a nobody with somebody's something
So is this something being in my possession considered stolen?
Or is this a gift from God and the ok was given to open?
People that are living their dreams saying they were born for this...
You're telling me that dreams are woven,
Into your soul in,
The midst of you forming within your mother's womb then?
I just learned something new then...
So I was born with this ability to write...
Yet for example I'm not so good with essays
Because I'm not as used to it as I was in 6th grade
Exactly, I wasn't born with this talent
And even right now, I still don't have it
Well I do have it
But it isn't mine
I really did steal someone else's shine
Whoever this belongs to must be lifeless
I don't even know how things happened like this
How did I end up carrying this soul-like energy
For a decade plus and not realize what's in me isn't Me?
...I finally figured it out
I am a nobody with somebody's something
Who used it to fill the nothing in me
Spiritual theft is a crime against the law of self and I'm guilty
I should be empty...
Copyright ©
Blackheart
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2013-08-30 15:20:31]
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Re: Inside My Mind 2
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by gypsymaddness on
Thursday, 5th September 2013 @ 08:39:25 PM AEST
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| Wow. This poem is like a parodox. The almost confusing words make this poem astounding. It seems like I should not understand anything because of the contradiction in here, so its amazes me that I do. Its like putting together a hard puzzle. I think its brilliant! |
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Re: Inside My Mind 2
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by deusdeira on
Friday, 11th October 2013 @ 03:34:40 AM AEST
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| I think that even if you were empty... you would find that even in emptiness...there is immense beauty, and expression. There is no shame in drawing inspiration from others. It has been done by the greatest minds for ages past. The key is to learn and grow from the past. :) |
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Re: Inside My Mind 2
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 11th October 2013 @ 06:14:36 PM AEST
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You certainly gave the impression of a myriad of thoughts whirling around in your head.
Still, you managed to knit them all together and create something that is both captivating and mysterious.
If you are empty then others are mere husks
Steve |
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Re: Inside My Mind 2
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by ladyfawn on
Sunday, 20th July 2014 @ 06:30:21 PM AEST
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this is cool, best word i have, i love how your mind works,
everything weaving, twisting and over-lapping, questions
tho- do you believe that there is/are only a certain amount
of talent and personalities in the world at one given time?
and if so why are there twice as many born as die in the
world making it an ever growing population? so how could
it be theft? it is your talent! your shine!
hugs n' love nessa |
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