StrawPipes
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Hey everyone, just wanted to share some poems I created a while back. I write poems and lyrics. I've had quite a few but after a night of taking my prescribed 10mg Ambien, I somehow deleted them ![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
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Heres a couple of them
Purification
To defecate my soul may be harder then recently anticipated
I must start by trusting again
Use will power, become bold, and overcome my mental disobedience
Then I can fully understand the concept of this reality
I think I have a good grasp on it
But I want to be sure. I want to be right. I want to be perfect.
People try to indignify me, try to lower my standards
I laugh and embrace my contempt
Make it my own medicine, my own government, my empire
Yes I can show sympathy, yes I have empathy
But you won’t see me expressing either
I’ve grown so silent I can almost indigitate all my actions
My expressions
A persons’ derision is so common to me now. I don’t even try to help them change
They sit there in their fake mirth, easily avoiding the truth they may know
And also blinded by the action of expressing themselves morally.
Never trying to derestrict themselves, be it emotionally or psychologically.
So what should I do?
The answer is nothing.
An individual’s evolution relies on his or herself. Not my feelings
My impatience may be minimal but that doesn’t mean I should change myself for their benefits
Soon the answer will be revealed to them
Until then I sit and wait in eager desperation and anticipation
The arrival of purification is coming, and I will be present.
And another
Misconception
There once was a time where all seemed good
Insecurities could be replenished, and guilty consciences could rise steadily
Now I write about my possible misconception?
Reluctant though I am, I believe im living a lie
I feel so bad hurting people that I start to do what they want instead of what I want
So much so that I feel awkward around comfortable conversation
Must be my knack for not standing up for myself
But how could I live with the without?
When one grows completely accustomed your efforts to destroy it almost become futile
Relentless though you may be, your reluctance will overpower it
Covet it as an insecure object
Persuade your mind to modify itself to suit your needs better
I’m just babbling, but that doesn’t meant I don’t have a guilty conscious
Forgive me, it was not my intention and even I doubt if I had made the right choice
Don’t believe everything that you see
There is more than meets the eye
So when you feel ready to release anger
To strike down opposition to feel better
Remember that anger only leads to hate
To adjust it will take incredible strength
Don’t follow the misconception like I did
You don’t want to feel the same
Thank you .. please feel free to tell me if something confuses you, or you can't decipher it. thanks
..Heres a couple of them
Purification
To defecate my soul may be harder then recently anticipated
I must start by trusting again
Use will power, become bold, and overcome my mental disobedience
Then I can fully understand the concept of this reality
I think I have a good grasp on it
But I want to be sure. I want to be right. I want to be perfect.
People try to indignify me, try to lower my standards
I laugh and embrace my contempt
Make it my own medicine, my own government, my empire
Yes I can show sympathy, yes I have empathy
But you won’t see me expressing either
I’ve grown so silent I can almost indigitate all my actions
My expressions
A persons’ derision is so common to me now. I don’t even try to help them change
They sit there in their fake mirth, easily avoiding the truth they may know
And also blinded by the action of expressing themselves morally.
Never trying to derestrict themselves, be it emotionally or psychologically.
So what should I do?
The answer is nothing.
An individual’s evolution relies on his or herself. Not my feelings
My impatience may be minimal but that doesn’t mean I should change myself for their benefits
Soon the answer will be revealed to them
Until then I sit and wait in eager desperation and anticipation
The arrival of purification is coming, and I will be present.
And another
Misconception
There once was a time where all seemed good
Insecurities could be replenished, and guilty consciences could rise steadily
Now I write about my possible misconception?
Reluctant though I am, I believe im living a lie
I feel so bad hurting people that I start to do what they want instead of what I want
So much so that I feel awkward around comfortable conversation
Must be my knack for not standing up for myself
But how could I live with the without?
When one grows completely accustomed your efforts to destroy it almost become futile
Relentless though you may be, your reluctance will overpower it
Covet it as an insecure object
Persuade your mind to modify itself to suit your needs better
I’m just babbling, but that doesn’t meant I don’t have a guilty conscious
Forgive me, it was not my intention and even I doubt if I had made the right choice
Don’t believe everything that you see
There is more than meets the eye
So when you feel ready to release anger
To strike down opposition to feel better
Remember that anger only leads to hate
To adjust it will take incredible strength
Don’t follow the misconception like I did
You don’t want to feel the same
Thank you .. please feel free to tell me if something confuses you, or you can't decipher it. thanks
