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Birthday's next Friday. Dreading it like a 3-inch wide needle through my arm.
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After the EndSometimes I wonder what life made out of me - a lost sinking space filled with unclarity. Fuzzy images show through the filthy broken lens which pieces stayed together even after sorrow's end.After the End
Bludgeoned down the highway, and swept from side to side all the feelings mixed together and melted inside. And the clouds of coming fog and untimely desperation will kill me as I lose even more of my sensation.
I stand up taller when I'm down on my knees. I'm blown far as a feather in the light autumn breeze. To a world of calloused old-aged entreprenuers, I'm a fool to bel


I can't accept this closure.Seeking peace through forests of entangled disasters, I lose focus on past cruelly calculated mishaps. The days rise slower than autumn should allow bringing back old joys that morphed into aching self-loathing.I can't accept this closure.
Black is black and is forever all-consuming. It swallows all the sunlight from the highest heavens Ingesting every colour, it violently ripples waves that grow ever taller to further engulf my name.
A cheap death extinguished any purpose to want to live and too alone to give a damn, I crawl further inwards while taking mere momentary distractions that move me to


Empty SpaceLike painting on a pallette We became a mess and the swirls of damaged black implies Our loveEmpty Space
The shortened emotions with time laid in waste I pondered so hard but never imagined the pain
Wind grows colder in the breezeless summer air the memories were golden 'cause the sun was always there
But Our time has passed with nothing one can do You're speechless and cold toward these tears I cried for You
3-20-05


Time of the SeasonsThe sun sets faster with the long shadows and autumn's arrival beckons the moonTime of the Seasons
You touched me so softly then looked me in the eyes and whispered "I love you" my heart reached for Yours
The cold winds the fog-misty nights created glows from the stars and suns from carbeams
Warm under the blankets never wanting to let go I held You so tightly and made a wish
Fixtures of holiday cheer bought and sent the sun set later that day when it should've have
Fights are real and so is the hurt &n

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...sig? Huh?
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"The scars in my reflection will never dim"
-Sheena
My music // acoustic all the way
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Thanks for the comment.
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"The scars in my reflection will never dim"
-Sheena
My music // acoustic all the way
I like your poetry, good work
Thanks, dude.
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"The scars in my reflection will never dim"
-Sheena
My music // acoustic all the way
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Hear us when we cry to thee, for those in peril on the sea.
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I like to make people think I'm a kind and gentle soul, that way it hurts more when I betray them.
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