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Let your darkened hair drape between my desolated hands, stare up with them pearl blue eyes ,and let me whisper step by step the process for tonight's enthusiasm.
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I have reoccurring thoughts of how I could live two separate lives. Yet, trepidation succumbs oneself for the battle between how I was raised and what I believe.
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Sometimes I miss the thoughts of darkness, the sorrow infiltrating my every thought.Being drained of life had it’s own beauty. To awake seeing it everyday, dreaming of it every night. The idea of death brings you peace, you see yourself trapped in the world. Yet, in these thoughts and visualizations I always imagined that last breath…the embracement of death being so peaceful.. Not only the weight of the world resting upon your shoulders being lifted off, but the ability to take a deep breath and not be suffocated from all the restrictions and expectations, that constant pressure in your chest.The simplicity of being able to breathe,made it all seem like life itself starts there. To just…breathe.
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There are times I'll be the strongest and most optimistic person you'll meet,telling you to fight through it all and something positive will come...it will...be patient. Yet, we all have that little ticking in the back of our head...the pessimist and at times the realist which asks the repetitive question...when? when? Make all the set backs seize,please..That feeling of being neck deep. It may make you put your head down and want to shred that tear not many have seen,but keep pushing...keep being the man or woman you promised yourself to be. Fight for life,because you have that opportunity where others never had that chance. Keep your head up and be a being with scars, because those scars show beauty,and a story of self-improvement. You can never step too high,the possibilities are endless. Only you can set the bar.
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"Once a young boy surviving in a world of deceit, he created the concept of self-creation;Many masks for any situation. The strongest defense one can ask for, the best offense manipulation can buy. That boy had grown up,became a man. The masks slipped off, only for him to forget...to lose humanity..to feel he betrayed himself"
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Breaking News: It is not advisable to perform CPR on your own body.
Just as the stars show us what it's really like to live after dying, I want to show you how the last breath that escapes from your lungs can be just as just as important as the time air caught in my throat the first time I saw her that was the day I discovered the near impossibility of doing CPR on one's self but hey, it doesn't hurt to try right? try try try cry out to the winds until they hear the sighing of your bones because even they know what it's like to feel alone while dying down to appease the heavens very own sacred cries because they, too, have ties to their heavenly ribcages and even if you think I am filled with lies, listen and hear, you are nothing and everything and for that reason you are here.Â
Perturbation(Poem)
I will share with you all that one man can
With little detail, this man will knock..knock...knock at my jail cell door*
A dark silhouette of a meek man, is all one wants to comprehendÂ
 It will be considered more of a riddle
One without the rhyme
In need of one requirement,mental apprehension
 One who use to write about anything that could keep your eyes lids and cheeks warm at night
A man supressed, yet shows the world to keep 'a-flight"
 A man that with many surpressed thoughts
This introvert has no need to yell
He simply whispers, and mumbles every word
Wanting you to hear, yet no one will listen
Who wants to listen
When he,himself is so faded
 Faded, is more than a word
It is an emotion not many of heard
May of read a simple definition
Not the complexity of the perception
 It creates a bridge in your mind
It is made of yellow tape and stop signs
A mental interpretation of self-depravationÂ
 This man, behind the tape
Has been craving to write another rhyme
Yet, I can't let him express his mind
 A man locked inside a man
No key in sight, just a watch with a time
Quarter past three, only hoping to not hear the chime
 Close my eyes, sleep another night
Pray that the tape and signs will hold pass another moon-lit night
For now this man is humble and a shield* in sight.Â
 Answer this who is the man, of no sight,no rhyme, and only whispers upon you at night?
Quarter past three, remember the time
Fear the trepidation, after-all it may be right
  *Shield-The idolization of something that blocks/ or takes blows for someone, but in this term meaning in every sense of blocking..be it mental or physical
* Jail Cell Door- is meant to interpret a mental blockage
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End Sonnets: 2
Remind me: was it years ago that we
bound up my fingers behind me with cords
so we couldn't count up the misery,
or did misery came along afterwards?
As I add all tomorrows you become
An impressionistic love on the wall.
Each blot is a reason, and I succumb
to pleasantry for fear of finding all
the flaws. Far greater is your beauty when
eyes and ears and fingers are elided
from my calculations and only then,
naive, is your victory conceded.
A thousand names have I, but sycophant
Could only be unfaithfully arrant.Â
