Years past by And I had they back ... I was played as a fool While they laugh and take my racks ... I cant believe it ... Cause I try to make it better Waking up every morning Just thinking To do it clever ... No ones up in my circle ... Hurting, because I'm the one to blame Feeling like Steve Er cal ... My trust Motivation And passion Would never remain the same.
All the family I have is a family of three. I will tell you all three, if only to be freed.
One of them is real and hardly ever ceased. Lies. Lies. Lies. Oh how it must die.
I told you one but the rest are still in the rain. This one is real, and caused by wanted heartache. Pain. Pain. Pain. Oh how it leaves me with unbearable strain.
The last one is real and its color is a deep red, filled so in harmless dread. Blood. Blood. Blood. Oh how it leaves people dead.
So strangers and lovers, you have heard my plea. Satan has got me, now set me free.
The sun set Before it had a chance to shine. But i see it Reborn In the star that lights My darkest night.
set.
Author: niamh
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Date: 02/04/2020
№ 1204022
Harding Family Swing Set, After the Funeral
On edges of swing set of summer of child I grow -- a rust abloom while ghosts Of women once called "mother" do push A wind a creak a falling leaf feathering Downward, candied sentiment traveling Forward
For hope for empty swing to fill to turn The chronometer back to *12 noon, March 6, 1972
No longer do wander aimlessly, I've found my "path" so to speak. It may not be yellow Nor paved for the eye to see Yet it somehow shines brighter Radiating through me.
I wonder when the foggy haze will return to taint my view Such a serene sense of serendipity one can never get use to No more boarders on my horizon therefore I know this calling to be true
All that's left is to take that leap Step out into the great unknown
Slice and chop into the dirt Exacerbate into the earth Pillow-lined: the metal slate My mental state triggers a string That plucks at the guts And resonates up, scraping
The ventral pull of innards Takes my head down with it As I listen to syllabic 'Toungue-and-Bleek' No talk of god lifting the weak Only if mortals sleeping
'Cept the thing, is that, Mortals are all I've seen This lucid dream Is my home This sweet by-and-by Is all I've known
We grow together We grow apart We grow alone We take these pills to take us home
Yet when we're rolling in our beds All we ever fear is death Accept the fact we are alone Close our eyes and dream of home
Four of them are waiting for another four! A - Sends a message ВЂњ I am in trouble with traffic, will be late”; They consider, it intentional!
B - Sends a message ВЂњI am on the way need some time”; They consider intentional delay!
C- Sends a message ВЂњabout to reach, start” They consider, may be need some time!
D- Sends a message ВЂњ at the courtyard! ” They consider let him come!
Four of them are waiting for another four! Waiting in desire to discussed and resolve, smile and go! Messages reach again and again Four of them are waiting for another four!
