Holding On
Thought I was saying hello,
Guess I was saying goodbye.
You can sit down, but the chairs are electric.
Never wake up, lost within these dreams
Of everything he’s ever wanted,
Falling apart right before his eyes.
You can find the world on his shoulders..
What lies beyond the dream is not your reality.
Semblance Of Thoughtif we really had a shot at being who we wanted to be.. if we really had that chance.. there’d be nothing left to live for. failure is our greatest achievement, if only for the thrill of living to try another day.
Semblance Of Thought
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failure achievement positive life chance opportunity
It’s continued on for years now, a feeling of lost desperation. A need for conflict to fuel the depression. That’s why she left, why I left, why I’m walking. Despite the need for change I cling to what I know, what is easy, and I am never satisfied.
Let me set the scene. It’s twelve, midnight. I have no idea whose house this is, and Dirk is nowhere to be found. Friendless, drunk, and lost amongst a throng of party goers I wont remember by morning. How do I always get myself in these situations?
It was a freight elevator, there’s not much else to say. Gray metal pull-down doors with an inner metal cage. The typical graffiti adorned the doors and cage, and dust covered the cheap plywood floors. There was a single light to illuminate the small space, and even that seemed too much. The elevator license mounted on the wall above the control panel showed it was well overdue for an inspection, years had gone by since its license expired. As I stared at this most unsettling of revelations, the elevator came to an abrupt stop.
Turned up on rocks on the shore,
Broken, bruised, bleeding, and unclean.
Settle down, don’t stray far
From the nest that keeps the demons out.
Close your eyes
Sew them shut
Fill yourself with poison and walk away.
Fair began the retreat of life from love.
Beyond the sunset lies the fruit
The labors of the angels in your eyes.
Step back, take a look at it all.
Was this where you planned to be,
I’ll bet it’s not at all.
A place where Terror knows your name,
Fate banished you, Death’s gone insane.
Set fire to everything you used to know,
It’s no use now, It’s no use now.
All your life’s been one big show,
Need to fight the psychosis but you don’t know how.
Close your eyes
Sew them shut
Fill yourself with poison and walk away.
Set fire,
Step back,
Run from dreams in the nights of your past.
Beyond sunset lies the fruit,
The labors of the angels in your eyes.
How many nights til all the angels die?
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poem poetry Semblance Of Thought
Hi, my name is Gavin. You Do not know me, but I know you.
You are, without a doubt, whoever I perceive you to be.
You see, ever since I was a child, I’ve had this gift.
An incredible, beautiful, ugly gift. I was born.
Just in case you missed the punchline, that was not a joke.
I was born. That’s my gift. See, I’m just like you.
I am you.
Now these are no mere words to bide my time ‘til death, which is soon.
This is an explanation. Of love, of life, of time, of hate.
We are all one being, or a part of one’s mind. Mind boggling, huh?
You know how, in a dream, it seems like you can live whole months?
Yet you wake the next morning to find you’ve been asleep only hours?
We are months dropped to fractions of seconds,
And the clock’s about to stop.
We, the people of this planet I’ve perceived, have squandered our gifts.
Youth sits upon its plush throne and complains of the wrongs.
Those without youth do the same. And I ask my self constantly why.
Why do I let you? Why do I let you build your walls, and kill?
Simply because it makes this slumber more interesting.
I am nothing but a perception, with a perception of its own.
For if I do not see you, nor think of you, you do not exist.
You may come to exist, in the future, if you choose to perceive me.
But not all we know is real. Time stands still, the clock never moves.
The sand beneath our feet is nothing. We float on vast plains of eternity.
I used to have a little red bike I kept out in the shed.
I rode it every day.
The joy and happiness it brought is something I will never know again.
Because at some point I let it become a habit.
I let it slip from perception to background noise.
You know you never smell the flowers when you’re looking for soldiers.
The billboards and commercials all vie for your attention.
Who gets the last cookie in the jar? But they kill themselves.
Suicide, dashing their hopes and dreams all because they let themselves be habit.
You don’t give them the time of day, excuse the expression.
Bubbles used to hold such power. They must have ruled the world.
Hours and hours on end we’d spend playing with bubbles. I long for their return.
To be free of Monotony. The grievance demons play outside, and they stole bubbles.
You may understand what I’m getting at. You may not.
You may still be confused simply by the format of these thoughts.
But you do not exist unless I told you to, I will never know without response.
This is not the end. The story will continue. But I have had a dream of sleep.
You cannot begin to imagine to depth of this soul we were born into.
Mostly because I just said you can’t. But it’s there because I said it is.
And deep, I said that too.
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basically an introduction to a story that will probably never get written. a story of god. only more like 9 than 10.
LOOK FOR THE NINES.
The path winding down another dark forest,
Only seconds from civilization.
It’s happening again, know this,
A race for life’s suspension.
Stalked by vicious creatures fast and true,
Another tried and won pursuit.
The fear grabs hold, a shaking grip,
Knowing an entire life comes down to this.
Biting, gnawing, chasing, fierce.
It never lasts that long.
Waiting for the razor’s pierce,
The devilish creature’s song.
And through strange eyes a cruel, disturbing image,
A lone figure’s foul demise.
Over and repeated again it’s own death through someone else’s eyes.
Again awake, to retreat back in,
Another chance to begin again.
Stalked by creatures fast and true,
Another tried and lost pursuit.
Get a grip, can’t control the pack,
No fear until the last look back.
But for now just sleep and die,
Tomorrow wake til dark then give it one more try.
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poetry poem nightmare wolf wolves death
Forever hung on this one,
Too late to break this delirium.
Self centered, narcissistic.
Still moving to the beat of your own drum.
Stay, life’s so much like sleeping:
Under appreciated and squandered away.
Sold souls for pennies,
Just to keep up appearances.
Just sheep among the many,
So funny how it all comes down to this.
Calming rhythms to ease their sympathies,
Time is healing, blood congealing.
No one cares, gives a shit of who we are,
It’s all another love song to sing.
Stay, life’s so much like sleeping:
Under appreciated and squandered away.
Sold souls for pennies,
Just to keep up appearances.
Just sheep among the many,
So funny how it all comes down to this.
Soul soldiers,
Corporate renegades.
Fighting to have someplace to place the blame,
Waste away in competition.
So many,
No one stands up.
Afraid to lose their place in line.
Gotta stay, life’s so much like sleeping:
Under appreciated and squandered away.
Sold souls for pennies,
Just to keep up appearances.
Just sheep among the many,
So funny how it all comes down to this.
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Semblance of Thought poem poetry Penniless
Tell us you want to stay,
But how can we believe you?
We didn’t ask for this,
We didn’t want this superstition.
But all the lines we drew pulled us apart at the seams.
And all the lonely nights spent contemplating our existence
Just smeared the makeup on the face of our persistence.
We didn’t ask for this,
We didn’t want this trepidation.
I would have killed for one last kiss,
Now I’d kill to take it back.
It didn’t mean a thing.
I’ll bear the shame of all that was to come,
And the weight of all the streets I’ve walked since your departure.
But I’m stuck in park, and the brakes just won’t let go
So pull the shades shut and turn out the lights tonight,
‘Cause I’m turning in and never leaving the only place I still have you.
Don’t tell us how we were wrong,
When all we ever wanted was love returned for more than attention.
What did we do to deserve this?
We didn’t ask for this,
We didn’t want to live forever.
But the ties we severed in your bed just left us carried by the wind,
Thrown into a hurricane of loss and lust without a chance to begin.
We didn’t ask for this,
We didn’t want to get lost on this endeavor.
I would have killed for one last kiss,
Now I’d kill to take it back.
It didn’t mean a thing.
I’ll bear the shame of all that was to come,
And the weight of all the streets I’ve walked since your departure.
But I’m stuck in park, and the brakes just won’t let go
So pull the shades shut and turn out the lights tonight,
‘Cause I’m turning in and never leaving the only place I still have you.
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Semblance of Thought poem poetry last kiss loss Nonfiction Lie
When the lights fade out and leave us all alone,
Just know I’m never coming home,
And that’s the only thing that you count on..
From me, cause that’s just how it’s s’posed to be,
The blindfold’s off, still I can’t see..
And it’s starting to become painful.
Rub it in, shove it under my skin.
Oh now where do I begin
To unravel this mystery?
The light at the end’s
Revealing how how it all began:
With a tragedy..
The grass is always greener,
But only in my dreams.
Now the crayon colored favors are all that’s left to see.
The goodbyes are never stated lightly,
Not like your gentle kiss,
And no matter how I try it always comes right back to this.
Rub it in, shove it under my skin.
Oh now where do I begin
To unravel this mystery?
The light at the end’s
Revealing how how it all began:
With a tragedy..
Now don’t tell me how the love letters were all true,
Because between me and you,
I don’t buy it for a second.
Oh what a shame,
There’s no one to take the blame,
So there’s an end to what you started…
What you started..
Rub it in, shove it under my skin.
Oh now where do I begin
To unravel this mystery?
The light at the end’s
Revealing how how it all began:
With a tragedy..
Rub it in, shove it under my skin. (The grass is always greener)
Oh now where do I begin (But only in my dreams)
To unravel this mystery? (Unravel this mystery!)
The light at the end’s
Revealing how how it all began:
With a tragedy..
IT BEGAN WITH A TRAGEDY!
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Semblance of Thought poem poetry Car Crash Romance
She left a wreck
The last time that she left.
She couldn’t see what she meant
So now he’s lonely and spent.
The petals fall in the wake of her departure,
Petals of the flower he once bought for her.
She told him she loved him,
But then walked out the door.
Now like the flower he gave her,
His heart’s in pieces on the floor.
The petals fall in the wake of her departure.
Petals of the flower he once bought for her.
He doesn’t understand what’s happened to him.
Just cant get over how happy he’d been.
Now he watches the petals wither and fall,
Not quite understanding what to make of it all.
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Semblance of Thought Petals Fall love poem poetry loss
With a smile of complacent desperation, She falls into a thousand pieces, Blood spilling on the floor.
And I swear that I’m not giving up, Or giving in. And I swear that I’m not giving up, I’ll face my fears.
And these lines, These lines that grace her wrists, They speak my name, They speak my name.
These puddles on the the ground, They scream silent verses of the dead, Each word rips her life away, Revealing unseen tragedies.
And I swear that I’m not giving up, Or giving in. And I swear that I’m not giving up, I’ll face my fears.
And these lines, These lines that grace her wrists, They speak my name, They speak my name.
These scars, They scream my name. Scream their story of life ripped away. They fear this, I fear this, Because the scars and I - The lines and I, We’re one and the same.
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Semblance of Thought poem poetry The Lines That Grace Her Wrist cutting suicide love
