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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 23, 2017 14:47:47 GMT -5
a day is only a day the wind blows, the sun shines maybe a dream is only a dream but it can leave one shaken the subconscious we can never truly understand the depth of nightmares they speak so loudly it can be painful we wonder what is really twisting the inside of our head as dreams create plays our minds sort through it all while we lay in bed desperation might be only a pillow away things long concealed finally revealed evil forces beckon from the shadow while our inner darkness warns us and forces somber reflection in the stillness there is sometimes so much activity as our mind produces possibilities even some we pray are to incredible and so it goes deep into the night or even in broad daylight while we slumber and somewhere inside something struggles mightily to make sense of all this madness
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 23, 2017 14:52:04 GMT -5
sorry bout the typos...fixed most I hope
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Post by BlackHeart on Nov 23, 2017 16:59:07 GMT -5
It's ok, I guess 😊 as well as your poem, friend. Little brooding philosophy or mind thinking analysis this evening?
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 24, 2017 0:37:55 GMT -5
sometimes I write things to help maintain my mental attitude...my life has.is one long strange trip fer real
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Post by BlackHeart on Nov 24, 2017 1:48:25 GMT -5
Yes... You got me there 😒 Mine is a constant fight... Me against the world, me against me... You name it 😁
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 24, 2017 12:37:32 GMT -5
"me against me" I like that
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 5, 2019 1:03:20 GMT -5
I have defeated myself...kicked my ass good...about time too...and now I am in a prisoner of war campus
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Post by themirrorthief on Aug 5, 2019 0:45:20 GMT -5
I won a battle against myself today...its a lovely feeling
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 2, 2019 17:30:26 GMT -5
lazy rivers flow endless and timeless bringing wetness to the earth the ancient, generous earth a place where our ancestors flourished and where they slumber laughing quietly at their prodigy and all the mysteries we cannot solve because we are civilized in other words, mad just the way it is spinning away into the mire always lacking guidance and usually tired
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Post by themirrorthief on May 12, 2020 22:08:41 GMT -5
there are no answers so stop looking turn yourself into concrete no truth in the bible or women or tv or whatever just more lonliness confusion and dis illusionment just the way it goes and damned if it don't show
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 27, 2020 15:38:29 GMT -5
when love turns rotten no longer the apple of anyone's eye I got friends in low places but it doesnt help much cause i dont drink never understood why feelng drunk is such a buzz vodka makes me crazy I feel like I understand russians a little more lately beer makes me fat whiskey makes me puke vodka does too guess Im a light weight holidays are here somebody help me before its to late I need a date on my way to tomorrow a little more action please a little less sorrow
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 27, 2020 15:39:32 GMT -5
worse poem ever
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 27, 2020 15:41:48 GMT -5
its tough these days
the blistering winds
are burning us all
to much begging in the streets
to much fighting too
to many promises
by ancient men
with waning strength
been around to long
all credibility gone
long gone
promises promises
where do they take us
down, down
it wont get fixed
by a smarmy politician
who has been there
already
nearly fifty freaking years!
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Post by themirrorthief on Nov 14, 2020 18:57:32 GMT -5
happy new day forever and totally throughout the cocktail hour sappy hallmark tv i could write something better better is a forever concept but reality checks in with bad news you get old and die old comes first then a nice headstone have them write some funny lines there be entertaining even after forever after quote the ravens "Nevermore," I didnt write that part some ancient relative did
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Post by themirrorthief on Apr 3, 2024 21:08:08 GMT -5
I lov babies Cute and innocent And i lik girls Cute and hopefully Not to innocent I love nature And a long Picturesqe drive With lots of trees Fields and cows And lovely Little streams Such is tennessee Where pretty girls Grow lik wild flowers And they shine Lik purest gold And they sparkle too And melt softly In your arms So softly Its crazy
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