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It’s Just a Journey

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I am waiting to write,

Empty lines hovering over.

Punctuations,  no written words.

A cheap pen and a useless paper.

Let me try again,

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I can talk; not to leave it depressed.

Though everything has been said;

Someone already wrote this thing.

To be no meaning.. yet afraid,

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Logic of Love.

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Disrupted, I need a clear view, there are 1000 others, but only 1 me.

There’s a lot to worry about.  There’s a lot to feel.
Seeking an inevitable value to achieve.
No matter how I stretch my dreams to touch what I think is desired, I come to see that it’s
undesired from the other side. Read the rest of this page »

Dear Depression, I know you’re there…

 

I keep pouring my grief everywhere I go. It’s spilling from my eyes as it tears,  spilling from my soul as I breathe, spilling from my heart as I feel. 
I’d write, and ask about everything darkened from my sight.  I’m currently lost, and just waiting in place.  Please don’t blame me for not moving… I can’t. Read the rest of this page »

Psychopathic Lover

Feelings shape into driving forces of needs for doing things.  Some days come when I’m numb to my feelings or not able to experience emotions as they become unreachable.  Those days feel so dead, passive and unconscious with complete loss of motivation to do anything.   It just hurts to dive into a vacuum of null, because we are alive.
  Some days I wonder if I were still alive, because I was never what I liked about life.  The purpose of what and the identity of who remain unanswered.  How long can I keep staring at an invisible spot.   I’ would walk on earth like a robot.   How many have walked before? Where are they? Who was the best? Why?
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I’m a robot with feelings, don’t tell me my needs. I will not stop functioning even if I disagreed!

I don’t want to walk now.  I want you to go away.  Turn off my battery  please.. !

Don’t let me breath;  I don’t like the air. I dislike the earth.

I can’t see where I can go from here and not collide with you master!

How does it feel if someone moved your hand to let you eat,

moved your eyes to let you read, let you speak, let you walk, let yous serve…

What if you cry but he doesn’t move your hand to wipe your tears.

What if you still feel, but he tells you it’s an illusion..

What if you were burning from the inside for something he cannot see.

He lets you burn as long as you talk the way he wants and walk the way you’re trained. 

Master! Please…stop ! Read the rest of this page »

to wisper you how I feel

 

i really feel 1 out 100000000 all copy of each other.  the time we live,, doesn’t mean anything.  We all are going the same speed.   I want
to cry and starve myself to death.    why? Read the rest of this page »

Beautiful in the first line; Ugly in the last one

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I would give you what you want,  you’re beautiful.

tell me, with a sign, that you want to..

I’ll put you high… High,…High,

you got my attention, more than all  my friends, and family.

Take me on, anytime.  All is yours, none is mine. 

You’re the chooser, I wait to be chosen.

If you felt any weight on your shoulder, I’ll be there  to take it.

Wherever you go, I’ll be there to make it.

………………….. but

just if i may ask you, i don’t know why if someone liked you.. you don’t, like him,

and like to ignore him.

 that he’s not your fancy,…  for you he’s  nothing worthy.

Do I owe you an explanation?

I mean, we’re all humans, so ….  he wrote you, called you, told you.. that he truly likes you.

but you’re into .. some complexion, of higher looks and material. Read the rest of this page »

violated rant

I have an emotional injury.  I wish I’ were invisible,, I’d just
lay down on the street, and let it rain on me.
Let my skin die from the cold.  Stay without food, no sex; Read the rest of this page »

I feel as a human

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I guess I am at my lowest, and all I can wish for is to get back up.
My world is falling apart, but it’s crappy anyway…
and if I don’t matter to myself, then to everyone I don’t;
I’m alienating, poor, weak.. I feel so  unknown.  
my luck sucks, and i’m unattractive, Read the rest of this page »

hooked

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you were the only one i talk to everyday.  I miss
you more than you think. you’re an addiction and my only
friend who exists. I dreamed and dreamed about you.
And
every time I feel something, It’s you who I want to tell it to.
you taste so wrong

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Emotional Brain

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it’s where emotions flow
where each emotion goes

 what makes me want
why what I want is wrong

 a place for all my wounds Read the rest of this page »