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My hearts broken
The toll already taken
The pain's too much
My eyes and smiles lie
Tears tell my story
My soul's weeping
Reaching out for strength
My mind void of all emotion
Empty of thoughts
Operating on auto-pilot
Unable to regain control
My dreams flee
Hiding and breaking
Unable to piece them together

these days

these days
just seem like they blend
like its just one continuous nightmare
same routine
day in, day out
nothing ever changes
except
except my mind
i always put a strong face on
i play hid and seek
sometimes
sometimes I'm really good
other-times, i get slammed to the ground
knocked on my ass
unable to get back up
unable to face my demons

walking through shadows

I'm walking
down this dark street
it looks like it never ends
so dark
so mysterious
the shadows keep jumping at me
my eyes show me nothing but deceit
my mind playing tricks
making this dark lonely street
more dangerous
more putrid
then it really is
my ears making innocent sounds seem so evil
the pitter patter of water dripping
from the air conditioners onto the metal garbage cans
the screeching of the mice and rats
as they scour for their next meal
in this dark street
a menacing alleyway
full of deceit and evil

Living Each Day

Living each day
by the rules
more freedom
more players
new challanges
the game constantly changing

new faces
new foes
more friends
more memories
its a journey for life
what you put in you get out
it affects you for ever

What do people see

What do people see

when they look at me?

Do they see what I've become?

Are they judging me because of some

of the things I've done? Do they see

the many sides of my personalities?

Do they see my specialities?

The problem with them is they

don't think about what they say,

and how it affects others, like me

They don't care. After all why should they?

Their greedy, self-centered, and I must say

their like the stereo-typical jock, they just don't think

before they react or respond.  They take things for granted

and why shouldn't they? When they bitch and whine,

like a spoiled little kid. They think it's fine,

almost like it's their divine right,

to get what they want. If you wanted to know, the right

question to ask would be; what do I see

when I look in the mirror?

I see a pebble

a diamond in the rough

if I could put aside my tough

side, if I put aside my act and

started truly being my self I'd

see a sensitive, more caring side.

Can't they even see that side of me?

Controlling Crowds

Its that time of year again
Where push comes to shove
And there’s sale after sale
There’s a thanksgiving sale
And even black Friday
People crowd the malls
And stores trying desperately
To get the perfect gift for there loved ones
For Christmas it never ends
Honestly people these days
Have gotten so lazy and procrastinate
Putting it off till the very end
Then there’s the after Christmas sale
For those who didn’t get presents for Christmas
A sale for the truly lazy people
Or even the smart ones who buy a year ahead
Instead of days before

Sugar

It may be futile to discuss this
Perhaps even irrelevant
But may I ask you for a cup of sugar
The powdery substance
That looks like flour
Or perhaps ground corn
That gets fed to cows.
That crystalline substance
That looks like salt
It’s the perfect thing
It sweetens foods
It makes the world go round
Giving sugar highs
Making little kids sleepy
Causing cavities
Making dentists happy
It even gives people diabetes
How can it not be good?

The River

Some say I’m a rebel

But I see a pebble

In a river struggling

Against the current, still struggling

Immense rocks push against me

They tell me how to be me

They tell me I’ll never get any larger

That I’m nobody but they’ll get smaller

As the current washes

Against them so my question is

Why do they let this happen to them?

Why do they let the sand wash against them?

Why not be different and say no?

No to harsh treatment for it is my foe

That I fight against but never win

For it’s a sad life in

This hard life I call my own

It’s all I’ve ever known

As a rebel

Or a pebble

Holding its own in the stream of life

Or in the river of modern life