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duneplanet

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I write poems to help me. I just wrote this about my ex



I see the key in your eyes

the key that will set me free

though we said our goodbyes

I hope one day you will see

time withers and we die away

two lost souls dying again

I can see that it is just another day

I will continue and make my amends

I will be reborn and finally see

you will run and hide away

you will never know what is me

nor will I cause I despise the day

and when we die under the sun

fading smiles when the day is done

the moon will once again make us one

I will wait for that day

I choose to die this way

and i wrote this about my hppd and crazy brain

Static
is all that can be heard
its the closest thing
to silence
Drowns out the swirling words around me
Drowns out the people looking past me
Drowns out their dances and all their games
static frequencies are now my home
What once was green what once was blue
has become the buzzing drone
of a shattered receiver
Peace lost in fuzzy white noise
Sanity Lost to an outgoing signal
incoming messages find not a destination

tiny specs of color appear all around me
With colored half-voices singing in tune
with all the world that continues beyond me
this static will be my tomb


if you guys like these i will share more. id like to read yours too. sorry if tghis thread doesnt belong here.
 
This is actually more appropriate in words but for now im going to leave it here. Any mod can move it if they want.

I actually quite like what you wright.
 
this is about how people look at junkies

Blood stains
infected holes seeping
the thoughts and feelings
of a nameless junky
vomit on his shirt
vomiting ends and meanings
look at him die
look at its tears
look at it cry
chose the counter-path
what a fool
look at him die
look at its tears
look at it cry
once no different than you and I
chose the counter-path
what a fool
look at him die
look at its tears
look at it cry
didn't want to become a degree
looked for ends to the means
looked for love under the seams
wound up dead in a hollywood dream
careful my dear, for there is much to fear
be sure to not look it in the eyes
it is not worthy of our wonderful lives
oh my dear do not get near
the shell of a past human being.
 
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