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Sometimes (Visiting the Past)

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Sometimes just sometimes there is something
That keeps us from moving forward
It’s like a chapter in a book
You want to go on but
There’s something that needs read again
Sometimes in life there’s something past
That can’t be carried to the future
And yet it has such bearing
It must be taken care of
So while the shoes point forward
I must go visit the past

 

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Nocturnal

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Have you ever felt
Not at one with the day?
That the sun is monotony
And blue skies ever grey?

The sun on its pedestal
Has no warmth in its aura,
Making banshees of us
And defacing the flora.

But as the yellow orb sets
Sacrificing its light,
A portal is opened
For the realm of the night.

The pale-faced moon,
Outshining its brother,
Infuses an aura
Unlike any other.

In the sapphire void
The stars come to dance.
The brightest are seen
By gazing askance.

In the deafening silence
The world is alive.
The night and myself
Are like bees to the hive.

I feel I am free;
For these hours I am Queen.
My kingdom by day
Is shadow and unseen.

I call me nocturnal
And the night be my realm;
A silent dark ship
With myself at the helm.

Tonight the moon
Is a radiant sight.
What wonders by day
Could compare to the night?

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Restless

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These visceral vision are still haunting my mind.
Hours after I awake they still shine within my eyes.
Or maybe now I’m really fast asleep
And those before truly exist.

I do notice I am learning lessons at least in my dreams.
Because the ones in waking life I still ignore
Even though I know better.
It’s like an alter ego that has all the final say in my actions.
Well at least my mind is still my own creation while awake

But it’s my eyes I’m worried about.
I know they only see 10% of what’s actually around us.
How can any of us truly know if what our minds color in
Isn’t only our imaginations.
Or is there any difference at all?

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What is at stake?

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What does one do,
When their feelings are real,
But the one they are towards,
Doesn’t know how you feel?

The answer seems easy,
But there’s too much at stake,
I’ve been wondering if,
It’s a risk I should take.

Given time, questions will unfold

 And show the answers held within them.

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Lonely Girl

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A lonely girl wanders the world
Searching for her poor lost soul
Waiting for lightning to strike her heart
Waiting for thunder to tear her apart

She’s never felt a butterfly’s flutter
Simple words always made her stutter
A tortured heart with the soul of a child
A nervous laugh and a beautiful smile

The neighborhood boys with jokes all the same
Pulling her hair and calling her names
Taking more than she ever could bare
Feeling the rip long after the tear

Millions of people suffer day after day
Hatred and destruction is what they say
Women are from Venus, men from Mars
and she’s just a local girl with local scars

 

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