Standing

Eyes wide open

Open field

Field of flowers

Flowers of love

Love of lust

Lust for him

Him being wrong

Wrong for me

Standing.

I see the past.

Past voices.

Voices that speak.

Speak loud and scream

Scream to forget

Forget those reflected

Reflected in the mirror.

Mirror of imagination

Imagination of the young

Young and innocent

Innocent and unaware

Unaware of the world.

World of evil

Standing

Tears pouring down

Down on lost trust

Trust to not break promises

Promises that are consumed

Consumed with lies

Lies that cree...

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Why are we slaves to our subconscious?

As children, we are given love.

We breathe love and celebrate it

When we grow older, we open our hearts to another.

 

Why does our first love mark the end of our feel of love?

As our hearts become tainted with agony,

We replace that initial careless feeling with the pain.

When we recover, we trust less.

 

How can you ever love again?

Is it possible for you to remember the first feel of love?

The frightful beating of your...

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I wouldn't dwell on the past,
unless I wanted you here present.
The past was good.
It was all joy
I was confused, felt like a toy
Mesmerized. 
Spoke enough, then too much,

You live, learn, accept.
Your gone, now back.
Then gone, and back.
Forgive me but you must stay.
I must taste your lips again.
Your the poison that I picked,
I wish to bleed its joyous pain.

To not be sane, or ready.
Would be a great mistake,
Endeavored in your being, I'd
Love to have thee.

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My dreams died with the shadows that overtook the night
I loved you like no other
I probably do, still
Your absence filled my nights with sorrow
Endless times, thinking it was me
I'm not complete
But now, it all lies underneath 
My army consisted of two warriors
They would stand side by side no matter what
No matter how much blood was spilled
No matter how much... Bodies were killed
One body would return home
One body will live to tell, and pass it all on to the future
Silly to think that the cow really d...

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Some Call it Cannabis 
It heals the soul, right?
Tampers your memory, doesn't seem so.

I can't control them, how they feel.
No way to prevent my emotions either
I bleed hesitation, I bleed drugs. 
I don't need it, I want it,
So, does that mean I need it?

Its my consultation, she understands me.
She's beautiful. They call her,
Poisonous.
But the wreath of my breath against hers,
it wakes me. 
She's beautiful, with her luscious red lips,
the green meadows that round her hips.
The spikes that makes any man ble...
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Those nights I'd think I would never let go.

When his heart was the resident in the presidential suite of my heart.

When my thoughts raced like horse's adrenaline at the end of a race. 

I was stranded, I was one, I was lonely. 

 There's no greater pain, than falling in love.

Specially when that person never even dated you.

They become the dreams you don't want to wake up from.

The reason you don't finish your meals.

The streak of motivation when you just can't seem to keep going.

But then they leave.

L...

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I'm a girl, Men refer to me as a whore. The only way to bring attention to the words that come out my mouth is by leaving little to the imagination. Most of my counterparts have given up on having our voices hold more meaning than our image. I am a toy to the media and an entertainment to men's eyes. He would rather see a picture of me naked on his phone than the diploma I worked hard through the years to earn. Society treats me like I'm worhless and causes many like me to feel worthless. Bec...

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Water drops from the top of the mountains
Sinks down from the lands to the seas
But the rain only carries it deeper
As the fumes of the land fall asleep

The volcano has lava of fire
With a burn that can take on a soul
As it pours out the greens out of nature
All the water calms down a brown coal

A solution like ones in the chemicals
Chances to abide the damage of the land
A disaster that nature has uncalled
But there's always a chance to survive

Rejuvenate like the power of land
Changes are unannounced 
Wa...
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