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Music in my soulIt's the music I now understand
Ignore it's message I now can't
I hear the music of the song
My mind hearing it along

The song begins, sounds play
The words in my mind still stay
Listen closely, listen good
The words finally understood

They come around, grab my soul
The words have reached their goal
My mind is depressed, I feel down
Upon my face an eternal frown

The sounds play with my heart
My moods always far apart
Sad now, happy a moment later
Both of each other the greater

Enjoy the music for the sound
It will make you jump around
Enjoy the music for the words
It's you soul it girds.  
is there anybody out theretell me I am here
remind me that I exist
I don't want to fade
Who what when where why or how.You're just another faceless one, hidden in the crowd,
No one cares about you, or why you act so proud.
No one knows who you are, you're just another face,
You could just disappear without a trace.

The blood red sky in your mind's eye,
It's always there but you don't know why.
You're just a part of a bigger whole,
And your heart is as black as coal.

You play dress-up with your top hat and cane,
But you can take it off and disappear again.
You're never noticed no matter what you wear,
It's a source of their contempt and your despair.

You could just disappear right now,
No matter who what when where why or how.
LostOver time,
things have changed,
it's sad, but it's true,
and as hard as I try,
there's nothing,
I can do.

Where once long ago,
I was considered,
a prodigy,
now it seems,
I've settled
for common mediocrity.

I left the challenge behind,
"It's too hard,"
I said.
But now,
looking back,
I'd rather be dead.

Can I recover,
the treasure
I've lost?
Or have I
already paid,
the ultimate cost.

Is there
any hope for this
poor, boring world?
Or can I,
replace genius,
with a pretty girl.
Obsidian SoulMy eyes are dark as night,
obsidian like my soul
my heart is hard as the stone
and my skin just as sharp,
ready to draw blood at a single touch,
I become bent upon destruction
of anyone who gets too close,
my tongue is willing to pierce
through flesh and bone,
and my fingertips will impale
while like a constrictor my body
prepares for strangulation.
PaperI see you sitting in the dark
Your crumbled wings
Almost torn from your back

You stand strong
And you take the damage others can't

Your pristine wings
Turned to paper
Crumpled by your burdens

Take yourself and find your angels
Find your circle with no pain

Because you won't fly far on paper wings
The Cost of LivingWe skipped stones
across the pools of our mind,
where they hesitated for a moment
before deciding to plunge
down into the seamless depths,
leaving only abject stillness behind,
for you see the waters
were viscous,
oil stained,
gathering pollutants
over time.

No longer clear pools,
of a former youthful fount,
once pristine, untouched
yet quivering in eager anticipation
with every disturbance,
alive, awake, serene,
what remains instead
are the remnants
of our regrets.

While at unsuspecting
moments when caught
in just the right light
the colors are beautiful
and take our breath away
leaving us awestruck at th
The Day Moon
Weaker than the sun?
The moon can shine in the day;
the sun hides at night.
A Brush of the FingersLook alive my dear,
For we are so low
In this oh so fine deep grove.
I'll hold your chin up so you may see
'Cause some of us love too look up at the stars.
Pandora's Treasurea small, frail creature
is left hiding in the box;
the beast is called Hope
ChancesEvery great love starts with taking a chance
But in the end something always goes wrong
It's not always full of perfect romance
Not all lovers are destined to belong
So many obstacles are in their way
But they always seem to find each other
Alas! Problems arise and she can't stay
Another chance, one after another
She had hoped the third time would be the charm
But it was just another chance wasted
Yet again her fragile heart was in harm
She only wished that it could have lasted
No more tries, they have run out of chances
The only thing left is stolen glances
DewThe crisp smell of dew,
Condensating memories
Inside me.

Like droplets collecting,
Tears roll down
My cheeks.

A morning of mourn,
You've evaporated
Like dew.
Fried BrainSchool is evil,
It'll tire you out,
And fry your brains,
If it didn't,
This poem wouldn't be heading down the drain,

Tomarrow I'll write,
A better one for you,
Maybe with a rhyme,
But for now I'll say,
Bye-Bye!

No really leave,
I'm tired,
I'm dead,
So this is all,
The freakin' poem,
You get.
Our Romantic CompositionSitting on the rooftops-
We watch the others run:
Our race is a different game.
Not as much a contest,
More of an art

So take my hand in yours
As we begin this masterpiece;
Without opinion -
Pure beauty
Pure love.
Artistic Revolution
Paint is slandered all over the walls
Music and laughter can be heard through the halls
Merry men are dancing on the stage
Be it young, old or whatever the age

Songs are echoing through the building
Full of emotion, full of feeling
As it collides with the drawings on the ceiling
Creating something new and appealing

As from the back rooms flow the words
Debates, poetry, stories about flying as a bird
Rhyme and rhythm
If you use them that is your freedom

That building is growing too small
As many want to join and walk through this hall
So perhaps it is time to expand
And spread art all over the land
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I'm sorry I walked awayLook at you now
Look how far you've come

I just wanted to say I'm sorry
For everything
Don't deny it
I know I part of the problem
And now I'm part if the solution

I'm sorry I left
I should never have snapped
Never have broken the way I did

I watched you fall apart
I was too blind to see it before
You always tried to hide it
And I was too niave to see it

I seen the destruction
And it scared me to death
The bottom is a scary place
I hope you never go there again

I love you
Footsteps and stereosI remember it
I rememeber it all
Every second
I never understood
But now I know the secrets

I remember everything
The nights you wouldn't come home
The days you wouldn't get up
The violence
Sweet smell of blood in the air

Everything that happened that night
I rememeber
I know what done it
The pain you tried to take away

The broken stereo
Thrown like a doll
The violence
Your way out
My way out

Born of the same blood
Your blood in my veins
We walk in the same shoes
The monsterBreaking up
Splitting in two
Cracking
Black lines in my mind are widening
I don't know who I am

Haha
Haha
My hands are cracking
Fingernails are ripping apart
Black skin underneath
Black as coal

My eyes are twisting in my skull
The pain is unbearable
Pupil part black
Pupil part white
Am I going mad?

They're changing colour
I'm ripping out myself
I can't control this
Tears in my skin are getting wider
Black skin is exposed

Electric blue single bolt eyes
Coal black skin
With my white human scars still here

What am I?
What is this monster?
I'm a fakeI'll put on a brave face tonight
I can hide behind this screen
All you see is this smile

Fake
Fake
FAKE!

I'm a fake
Can't you see?
First impressions often the best
Hand shake, a character test
What do you see?
What do you feel?

Fake
Fake
FAKE!

Look around the edges
Can't you see the cracks
Look at what I do
Nothing is ever so perfect
I'm a fake

I'm not alive
I don't live
I do what I do because I can
The GreyAll my love for you
Take it now
Leave nothing in my heart
Fill me with only what I need to fight
Everything EndsNo matter what we say
Or what we do

The promises we make
They turn to ash
Because nothing ever lasts
Friends turn to dust
And memories fade
and become one with the stars

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Let your mind run riot
Create,
Percieve,
Explore,
Destroy.

Let your mind be your Universe
be what you want to be
because you are god
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In our minds we can be anything, simple, complex, strange, normal, heroes, legends, anything we want.
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