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What's this I see? A monster in the mirror, about to break free. Born into torture and raised within hate, why did I think I could escape from this fate. I thought I was more than the typical fool but no I'm far less in fact I'm more cruel. I'm a starving animal with keen skills to hunt, one who's too smart to give motives up front. These motives in fact are hidden from me, my mind is a puppet that will never be free. So strike me where I stand, it's no use anymore. Set me free from my command for only death will stop this war!
Dear world, now I know I am not complete. I am the one to blame for the corpses at my feet. Am I human, am I not? With all the emotions I haven't got. It's funny how my greatest pains are my greatest needs. It gets easier and easier to bite the hand that feeds. I wish to be human so I capture and deform, but no one can complete me in this state that's dead and torn.
It's this feeling again. A feeling so dangerous at this moment in time. I just can't explain with my words or with rhyme. Wait no, I know what this could be. That which draws me in is the hope of things I see. Tragic, tragic hope as I take off in the blue. Time is running short yet I have so much left to do. Am I blessed or am I cursed, right now I cannot say for sure. But now to reassure, I'll be preparing for the worst.
What a world we live in with the push and pull. The tides of this life will give and take back in full. There's much of a difference between you and I, a cry out for help may receive no reply. Pushed into the background with hardly a name with a number of others who are far from the same. Here's your diamond in the rough you can't see from afar, take a look to the sky and you may see your star. I need light to shine in this land of endless night. Give me a sign and let the fireworks ignite. Each shimmer in the sky brings a sparkle down below to be caught among the rough where I then begin to glow.
There's a time to stay and a time to leave. A time to stop and a time to go. Who's to say that I don't know of when to stay and when to go. I hate this lie, these shallow tides of surface love begging to die. City of angels that haunts me once more, hand back the life of which I adore. I need something real and I won't find that here, give me back all those years that I hold now so dear. I can hardly think straight while my insanity brews, and it can't be that long till the fire meets the fuse.
- by miroku94588 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/27/2010 |
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- Title: Exerpt from "On to Reality"
- Artist: miroku94588
- Description: Here's the latest bit to my 3000+ word poem that I've been writing for 3 years now. Each section is from a day that inspired me to write.
- Date: 08/27/2010
- Tags: poem life sadness happiness loneliness
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Comments (2 Comments)
- cRasH tHis pArTy - 11/04/2010
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You are an amazing poet. There have been few rhyming pieces that I like, and this is one of them.
I'm so sorry for what you had to go through. I can relate. Even when you feel alone and no one else in the world will understand, I've learned that there are people who love you, no matter how messed up you think you are.
And don't worry. No one is nearly as insane as they think.
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- Green1Freak - 09/03/2010
- I love this. It's amazing. Your an amazing writer and you should definately continue.
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