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Le ciel bleu n’est pas le paradis Ce n’est pas du tout la même chose Chers amis.
The blue sky is not heaven It's not the same thing at all Dear friends.
Acrylic lens lectured with Sea’s skin, Sky’s eyes, and Earth’s tongue In Clouds’ classrooms of purple sequins
I took to ecstasy I found everyone missing the point To find paths that were not there Beyond a dream, dear me.
Her valves feed seeds of the sky to keep both hips Once more great four around numbers of fierce giants
You cannot define me. I am but a petalless flower, a bud, sewn shut with transparent thread. I exist in a reality unlike the one you know, a reality I created within my soul,
you were my true blue soul friend we had a bond deeper than any I had known before we laughed and cried we shared our secrets i trusted you with the deepest parts of my heart
I can’t cope with this unhappy marriage I’m afraid it’s not working for me What I mean is that it feels like torture I’m not very skilled at pretence My act has lasted so long and it’s a mystery
Thought you had the currency But you couldn't handle me currently, You couldn't mentally afford me . Tried to put me on layaway, while you played the games and spent your money on cheaper feins.
For all these years, Thin like organdy, I’ve wandered under Some sickly guise Some sickly guise That I hailed as an apex of truth
He tells me lies, but shows the truth. I ask him what he thinks somewhere hiding near a wall I whisper Who's the fairest of them all? Your toxic glass draws me in
She waves me on, Preoccupied, as she always is, By a diamond mirage And a ruby facade. I begin to speak, But what am I to a Queen? She has built this castle
In a world that is as good as real Charming alike an infant's smile I'm filled with great zest and zeal All like a trance just in a while I let go off those binding strings That entangle and estrange me
Whispers and shadows were all around As someone knocking the door But no one was there Illusion No, not at all Than what it was It was love That never came to me The shadows chased me
In the middle of a normal day I find everything so out of the way Inside myself I am blank and nill Wondering if I should take a pill. It is outside of time and space This reluctant child without a place
I stay up all night You don’t even care I try and I try But all you do is roll your eyes One day you're nice The next day you're a jerk
You looked and behold, Over the horizon approaching fast, Engulfed by the orange beauty of the sunset, you saw a man. A man approaching slowly like a viscous liquid, And fast as light.
Knowledge is power Yet ignorance is bliss From knowledge, some cower And to ignorance kiss Some call knowledge wisdom But that cannot be true Because it is by knowledge
The illusion of perfect symmetry, holds us from grabbing our key. Fabricated poise and sophisticated balance, shakes us to our decrepit core. Surreal intellect and courage so strong
An Illusion is defined by something that is or is likely to be wrongly perceived Or interpreted by the senses I was once like that, dillusioned and deceived Thanks to my naivity, I had faced dired consequences
I reached out And held on to the whispers Of my past With time prying away at my Soul Afraid of letting go And falling into her Grasp
Tears that awakened him at night already evaporated. Filled with words that aggressively stroked his nerves. We cant forgive how lonely he gets. We cant forgive his thoughts of destruction he starts to mimic.
"Where are you going? Where have you been? Nighttime's dark but mornings grim Hurry where you're headed, forget all that you've seen The past is inescapeable, the future's just a dream"
Everyday you tell me
My color for years has been gray, Whenever I showed my true colors poeple would stray away, They dont realize my enthusiasm was my raw ambition, Although their opinions sting its their ammunition,
Time Begins to Change
Death is not something to fear It is to be learned about To be pondered over To be wondered on its purpose Fear can control your life So why let it? You can fear something a little
It was all incredibly detailedHow he dove into her drained eyes,How he explored her dark and poignant soul;
You are more important And you shouldn’t feel my torment I tried so hard to hide myself Despite signs of declining health When I descend into the chasm Of my idealized phantasm
This illusion of me does not define or confine my unconventionally unique design. Quiet, I seem, my passion yet unseen. I rhyme to the beat of the stream.
Riddling lines of pointless shriftIs rare and deadly Trojan giftWhich cleaves the sense and spawns distressOffensive in its ugliness.
no format no “right” way to exist but capitalism was prescribed
My heart sank with his visage in sight
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see, It changes constantly with every glance, Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be. Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
Its true Im shattered
Puffy eyes; sleep deprived.
Time by the second A limit of control that is less than a minute a minutes that can be morethan hour less than a daybut favors twenty four hours A state of mind that is limitedOh' Grand Design that beckons twelve of night and twelve of daythat r
Theology twisted, robbing the poor Sick religions have the saints misunderstood U.S. economy in it for self Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge But graduated from a top Ivy League college
My mom calls me perceptive because I’m good at finding the cracks in the plaster but in the end I’m no faster when it comes to determining the truth in every façade. What I mean to say is I’m a lot like you
What point is there to believe and trust To think that nothing is greater that it The world believes its religion Greed, power, control, luxury What is the value of blood compared to such an idol
Work my way into your mind To contemplate the art of time Complimenting the sublime. The question in doubt, couldn’t figure it out… Can’t escape the run
We arose in a world, Where there is no “I,” It was a symbol of Selfishness, Greed, Power, We are a population, Not a community, As We gaze up into the sky,
Sitting here I feel stunted, where do I belong , I feel like in not progressing like a song skipping but never progressing, I wonder if its discipline or deception but t
Experience feels like wandering in a desert Seeing a mirage of water among the sands Only to find myself grasping a fistful of grains And watching even those slip away from my hands
To my past love you decided your own fate. You had me hurt and in a uncontrollable state. I had the false reality you were going to stay my mate.
It is twilight here, It always is, In this room with no one but me. Light dimly fades through windows and tattered curtains I lay here In the corner of this small rustic room
The sea: a light flickers, flits, sees my face, turns back. I call, reach, shield from the rain on the waves that, crashing, cover the figment, which drowns, choking, a bubbly laugh
A butterfly dance on my dream, Taking my invisible other-self onstage. I found myself light as a feather, Singing in the sky. Half-awake, finding myself lost in a fantasy, And an illusion I want to stay in.
There is no Death. Only a transferring of souls, both young and old. The flesh may pass away but the soul finds new place to stay. Death has no victory.
Do you think the politics matter? Do you think that whoever takes the big chair will determine if your family is fed tomorrow?
A president, an astronaut, that's what I had envisioned An actor surviving a 28 car collision A thread of untruth entwined into a white robe Strobe lights imitating a holy glow