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Post by themirrorthief on May 12, 2020 15:19:08 GMT -5
roaming thru life like a blind buffalo making a mess of almost everything just stumbling on day to day night to night fight or flight a ten headed monster ate my soul left me cold just out there somewhere wet and freezing to much people pleasing trapped me inside myself for to many nights lonely and fearful impossible to be natural and cheerful dreams are nightmares the reality of nobody cares that's for real time to relax just chill let someone else pay the bill for all the things I did or didn't do
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Post by themirrorthief on May 12, 2020 21:54:29 GMT -5
freedom is a beautiful word but it takes a mountain of courage to be free chains creep into your life everyday in lots of ways and it makes me sad cause I want to run and run and get away women are lovely but they carry their ropes and bind you they hate the idea of freedom that's just the way it is so now I want to run and hide by myself abide and just rot away from lonliness
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Post by themirrorthief on May 12, 2020 21:57:39 GMT -5
so full of cheer tonight...totally. girls are so exciting and mean
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Post by themirrorthief on May 26, 2020 23:41:57 GMT -5
black things inside our heads very dark thoughts born from frustration unfulfilled this and that making us all big hairy, horny rats why cant we be real and just let it all go carried off by the wind like some childhood sin life is complex it leads to pointless sex In my opinion which is worthless of course my life story might be a horror one except Im awfully blessed and horribly repressed I cant be me me is a madman a sad man a rowing up river man if you know what I mean and if you do I feel for you truly there is no paint by the numbers only experiences that humble like falling off a mountain into a pile of dogshit well I got to go now Ive had a semi bad day maybe I will write the story of my life it might not sell but it would be insane for sure
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Post by themirrorthief on May 30, 2020 23:54:01 GMT -5
its so sad to lose the girl the special one that you love it leaves an emptiness and sick longing dreams of the past and of the times it seemed to be working when you see her with someone else you feel like the ultimate failure and grow sic with grief although no one died a part of me died the happy part the contented and creative part I cant do much of anything anymore just grow sadder from having lost her and lost myself now just wallowing in a ditch in a world gone cold and hopeless no one can fill the void but time heals all wounds or so they say but now the streets seem so empty and people seem so far away and uncaring and the warmth is gone gone with the wind as someone once said
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Post by themirrorthief on May 31, 2020 0:00:40 GMT -5
I would give up writing poetry but I think its therapeutic for me so....
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 16, 2020 18:40:22 GMT -5
I hate myself I hate the world I hate my dog I hate the wall sounds pessimistic I know I know I don't care if my feelings show I so fucked up a total mess I hate the world its such a mess Im good for nothing this much IM sure some day I'll die and no one cares another die sucks worse than the last that meal I ate gave me gass
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 17, 2020 21:03:10 GMT -5
I saw something so beautiful today my life flashed before my eyes I am the last one who can see these things even in the rain the cold rain that makes the plants grow so you can smoke them I guess it all goes up in smoke anyhow eventually and you have nothing nothing left except memories that hurt such painful painful things love is a ghost at least to me it stares from the dark late at night and in brightest day but pain is a beautiful thing it means you are sensitive not always living in today constantly pulled back far back carrying your box of favorite toys helping everyone move into the new house that one day your grandpa will tear down and use the wood to build outhouses for poor people like us one morning I woke to discover the cat had given birth right under my bed the same bed that I threw up on at times and my sister peed on but its all good even the hurt is lovely in a mystical so far away kind of thing such is life you know
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 25, 2020 13:38:03 GMT -5
I walk a long lonely street feeling the blue rain fallin on me days are all the same Im lost without my game feeling the blue rain with a sad mind so needing a touch that's kind its a man's world but its nothing without the softness and glow pity thats not a show sooth my jagged soul beneath this blue rain tho Im not able and Im not cain these days all seem the same but I will get up and go cause that special smile and gentle glow might come down from heaven and paint my pristine new rainbow
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 30, 2020 11:48:52 GMT -5
betrayal is such a hard thing the sting of the blade in the back unexpected, rather shocking to be sure friends can be so unfriendly I kind of know how ceasar felt about brutus so sad damned depressing people scheme and take advantage fools dont realize how important a good friend can be and I was a very good friend but alas no more and thus it goes put the pain in a box and toss it into the abyss
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 2, 2020 0:07:22 GMT -5
life is tough day to day drama and trials angry people dealing with stubborn problems hateful words and more mistakes outtakes, and failing brakes its hard to listen when someone shouts attack attack thats what its all about war is good I suppose you can spend your rage make someone pay for all the times you failed and others failed you
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 9, 2020 21:35:18 GMT -5
I need an honest opinion should I just give up prose for good and stick to poetry...I dont feel Im very good at poetry but people seem to enjoy it a little anyhow
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 29, 2020 0:14:36 GMT -5
midnight comes and the dead begin to talk they take the stage and the older you get the more crowded that stage familiar faces they invade your dream world what does it mean besides always they remain inside, making you what you are if you are nothing blame them they won't care trust me just faces drifting in the night freed from the bottom of some vast ocean filled with mystery and dark sometimes violent sometimes quiet but you carry them until the end of your days when you join them and haunt someone else
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 29, 2020 0:16:19 GMT -5
I need an honest opinion should I just give up prose for good and stick to poetry...I dont feel Im very good at poetry but people seem to enjoy it a little anyhow what are you whining about...you have to pay people for them to care and you are broke all over...and not jus out of change dude
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 29, 2020 0:18:03 GMT -5
I liked that last poem tho...plenty creepy IMO
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