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A neurotic mess is when you got my eyes to see, you connected with mine, an we became intimate with never knowing who we would be. I refuse to forget, or so it seems, it is not of my control, you are the ,"peace," i need.

Mommy im scared, no longer can I hide from life and I'm trying with all my might to cope with this thing called real, I fear I haven't the strength.  Goals and ambition used to be a part of me they've disappeared all too quickly due to my own ignorance. I didn't see what I was doing I jumped into the fast lane blindly as i could be. You can't give me the answers and I'm not asking . Just, please, give me some  strength because even though nobody can see it, Mommy, I'm scared!

Life in these lights distorted and a bit unkind, its a cynical illusion of all he thinks he can hide, although im not the fool as he perceives, I am exhausted and dying inside . Cannot escape these tears anymore it seems, ive sacrificed too much, and now im in fear of pushing towards the conclusion of me.

Angry for so long, Pent up and warped inside, It was something that needed release, And I hope it's finally done, Now that I've let go of the pain, I hope that I have at last found my peace, But I fear I've hurt those close, Something I never meant to do, I let my inflated ego upset others, My apologies to those, Who may have been harmed by my words, At the end, you're still my sisters and my brothers, I do not care of your colour, Nor your class or your creed, And I do not care what your shape or size, But at one point in time, My own demons of the past, Left nothing but fury in my eyes, And I blamed all of you, When I should have blam

I don’t want to know the pretty parts of you, the good, the beautiful ones - I already see them, I already sense them when we talk. I want to know the ugly, what you hide at night, what makes you cry of past and present, even of future, unknown darkness, fear. I want to know the bad, touch the scars hear their stories, meet the ghosts and the monsters, cry with you. I want to see the embers when the fire dies, and be scalded by the heat of their proximity I do not want your silky skin, but blood and bones dirt and salt and dust. I will watch you then with wonder in my soul, and burning love  in my veins - for what I

The moon smiles at me from her palace of eyes we live under a broken spell, she sings, mirror glances on dark waters; treacherous forest harmonizes with the winds glass promises scattered around the room of your rib cage, shed light a curious play, an ordered mess, living exhibition of tries. Curse of the kinds, homesick angels without heaven I’m missing a chapter, why do we start what cannot be stopped why do we find what cannot be kept. It’s a mysterious Blues under the sky, a perilous waltz we all want to dance - a time has passed, the night is done, on the lake rehearsal of dawn. One last word before we part; shal

lie to me gently, days of Summer in November lie to me, so I can sleep.             the rose we hold             in winter, is dead