The Event

My foggy desires an eternity that imprisoned me, A turn of event’s guiding me to this misery, I am not calm I am awake, Watching this world from the side it’s drowning in hate, Plastered by fake kindness and happy lies, The truth of this world leaves you paralyzed, Nobody is your friend but as well your not alone, Choking down your thoughts the color of snow, White lies will chase you up until the end, Actually listen to the story I weave and listen well my friend, Life is simple but it’s complicated as such, Looking down on yourself and you won’t acomplish much, Trust me im the same way, Feeling so pathetic as my mind draws blanks, I wish to have a world where helping isn’t for fools, Myself I blame for I am uncouth

Dreaming Of Sweater Bandits

Woke in the morning my head all sweaty, A vivid dream maybe a wish, Dreaming of a tragic love story suprise plot twist, Craving someone’s warmth and the love they share, This tragic world pushes on without a single care

I travel alone with nothing holding me back, Somehow I find myself looking to the past, These adventures of mine would be so much better, If only I had some cute girl stealing my sweaters

Yes a sweater bandit I need one of those in my life, That’s why I keep traveling in search of the light, Maybe someday I’ll find someone to call boo, maybe it will happen someday hopefully soon

A Waking Storm

The storm it cracks leaving but a flash of white, Stop motion blinding and a simple oversight, The storm swells with it’s breif anger, The loud noise and scary sights we we’re never in danger

The brisk cold from a heavy gale of wind, This swelling storm it reeks of my sins, How many times has it come around, Drowning out the light and snuffing the sound

Save me from this impending danger I just want an escape, Take me away take me to and empty space, Taunting and teasing are my thought’s , Runing from everyone I feel so lost.

Nature

The sound’s of heavy rain the tree’s cracking, the morning come’s dawn appear’s, the sound of rain end’s it disappear’s, the green turn’s teal wet with the condition’s, The world speak’s to you all you have to do is listen, Nature is beautiful but we are a curse, Tainting our planet making it worse, Plant a tree or better yet a flower bed, Help the bee’s return help them build a homestead, The world is plain it’s rather simple, But alas we don’t understand we are a dimple, Only a fragment we shouldn’t make such a dent, But our selfish desire’s bringing forth the end.

Ham And Cheese

One ham and cheese to go please, I’m starving over here I need that quick, my stomach quiver’s my mind it slip’s Oh my god I almost forgot my cheesy strip’s, Maybe get a bagel or a coffee to go, I need to bring something sweet to enjoy at home, Maybe a lemon tart or some carrot cake, But not too much that would be a mistake!!! Please feed me I need more, My stomach is pain it is a chore, Food is my passion what else can I say, I’m enjoying my ham and cheese go away!

The Forest

A great green lush forest or perhap’s a lost friend, Our story begin’s once more as we erase our sin’s, A soft whisper from the forest nymph’s, A trial of light with the fog of mist, Protected by the keeper our forest lives on, The world as we know it will never belong, We destroy what we swear to protect, The tedious ties and the looming threat, Lives have meaning but yet we sacrifice many, Murky tides covered in blood and coal, Our pathway clear the worlds our home

A Cold Wind’s Notice

This world is cold and unbearable the voices scream

This tainted moonlight the winter’s breeze

So much has happend the anguish awaits what is in store for me

More empty promises and my faded memories

This cold wind enlighten’s me draging me from the depths underneath

It’s come to this again the world turns its back on me no wonder my mind swayed

Now I laying here with a blank expression on my face drowning my sorrows

Do you perhaps have a peice of hapiness I can borrow

This blessing this pleasent breeze as my problems fade away

I gave you my everything and you ripped it all away

My Ghost Bestfriend Myself

A crisp air flow’s down my neck, A ghastly spector my only friend, Lost in a darkness tortured by my own soul, A distant memory the feeling of home, Howl’s from wolves keep me up all hour’s, But alas my mind is locked within a tower, Spectral flames and a sea of red tear’s, The feelings inside are burning clear, We talk all day but only when people don’t see, Wish everyone could know him trapped in this misery, He’s kind,caring,honest and loyal, How does he exist it reflect’s like tinfoil, Hard as stone he feel’s no pain, Silenced by his heart skipping within the rain

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