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The pool of close friends turned into a sea of empty faces

But the only one that seems to be suffering is you


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As you watch a stream of smiley faces from a screen secretly wishing you were still in the picture

You were never their favorite though; they never loved you more than they loved each other

After a faint pathetic hallucination, you remember that you left the situation for a good reason


But if you’re an empty shell and they are empty shells, then why not be empty shells together?

Oh, oh no, you thought you were different from those empty shells

You acted as if you knew right from wrong but if all of you were wrong then what was ever right?




“Stand your ground, even if you’re standing alone”

But why should anyone have to stand alone?

Isn’t it a human desire to want to belong?

Who says we are supposed to be alone?


Trying to decide who is friend or foe

Ultimately locking everyone out because they don’t seem to fit

In the puzzle that we created but can’t figure out where the pieces belong


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The worst time to stand alone is when you’re standing your ground

That’s when you’re exposing your most vulnerable intimate parts in hopes of inviting others to join

You in the fight, I mean your quest for righteousness


But you’re still left alone,

Casted off into the shadows because you’ve exposed the truth

They never loved you

Hell they didn’t even like you for all you know

They were just faking the funk to get what they want


But then again, you always knew in the wilderness of your mind

That you stood alone, you slept alone, you ate alone, you laughed alone

But you were never really alone, because even when you were alone


You still had your friend, Loneliness

It  kept you company throughout the years

Appearing and disappearing at the right times




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It kept hurting until you went numb from the pain and over time

The lies got easier

The rejection got easier

The disappointment got easier

Breathing got easier

Like cutting your wrist in the same place again and again,

You eventually severed the nerves that sent pain signals to your brain

So, your brain doesn’t respond any more to your actions of self -destruction

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You keep cutting because you don’t feel it

Your brain doesn’t tells you that you are in agonizing pain

Though you can see the blood as it gushes down your arm

You continue to hack away at your wrist


Slashing through the muscle as if it were a thin sheet of paper

You keep cutting with the thought that

“Maybe if I cut deep enough then I’ll be able to feel again”

But you’re just left staring at your bone


You’re yelling and screaming for help every chance you get

Asking strangers to see you in your pain that you drown out years ago

Anger buckles in for the ride as it grows stronger with each failed attempt for rescue

You don’t know how much more of this internal battle you can endure


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With anger, denial and hopelessness teaming up and taking turns on you

One slices off your humanity, one burns your heart to ashes

And the other holds your head under water drowning out your calls for help

Every day they grow stronger and treat you like the puny new kid in class

Finally you lash out and plan to tell on the bullies


But you can’t rat yourself out

So you suffer in search of the Calvary to take you to refuge

You feel as if you’re dying each day but the truth is you died a long time ago

With the first cut to your ego, to your heart, to your dreams, to your soul

Thus, you will continue to greet everyone with a warm smile, an united front, and a friendly fuzzy “hello”

You just continue breathing


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The cage is open

The chains have been broken

The debt has been cleared

The window has disappeared

And the cool, sweet mist of

Freedom has crept into the atmosphere

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Freedom be here, now, and forever

I hear your call through the graves of those

That fought in your honor

I hear you when I’m asleep

I hear you when I’m awake


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Your voice sounds like the thunder of serenity, bliss, and peace

It flows from one ear to the next

Using my brain as a playground of opportunity

To feel free like you, like me, like he, like she

Free like where our progress strives to be







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Further and further she slips away from this so called reality into the mist

Not believing in you or me

A voice telling her that this is not her world and that she should set herself free

But if she does…

what will be left of her?

What about the others who can’t take that journey to freedom with her?

But then again, is it really worth drifting endlessly as an empty vessel here?

Not having emotions, just going through the motions of living

When does it all add up?

She would have given the keys to her soul away years ago

To take the void, pain, and emptiness away

However, she stays here searching for something real

So far removed from reality it feels as though she’s never awake

In an endless sleep walk through the smog of truth, justice and liberty

Because you have to wake up before you die in a dream right?


If she’s already dead in her dream then she can never wake up

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She’ll remain young, beautiful and miserable forever in isolation with her story untold.













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the difference title 2 - PoetryI stare into his eyes and I see a future

As we lie there caressing sacred parts

That should not be exposed until made man and woman

But it feels as though we are man and woman

As we embrace each other’s chocolate souls

And yet we giggle like a girl and a boy

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We guard ourselves and play games like a girl and a boy

In order to protect our fragile fragmented hearts

But still long to make the connection that will make us real man and woman

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Our immature minds make us less likely to compromise

Only real man and woman understand the sacrifices and trade-offs

That must occur in order to increase productivity in their union

As boy and girl we nip and pick at each other’s flaws instead of taking on

The role of man and woman and accepting each other; good, bad or indifferent

Until we can put aside our selfish intentions and think about what is best

For the whole, then we will remain just a girl and a boy and never reach

Their full potential to be man and woman

That’s the difference.
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