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Friday, February 8, 2013

Fight or Flight

Serpents winding through my hair
teasing my lips
pretending to be there

alas I spit upon the ground and hold my brother down
to keep the dragons away

pride has nothing to do with a thing
nothing that brings or doesn't bring
a pain, a sorrow
a hurt, a cry,

tumbling downward, thrown from my back
lies, and hopes drown
within my heart

I have never looked back

5 comments:

  1. further i am pushed and i drown with the rest
    no better than my pears i am put to the test
    with life its self in front of me
    i sink, i sank, i cannot breathe
    to be is to differ from all the rest
    i never again will fail this test.

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  2. Having a cold breeze behind my neck
    letting it give me goose bumps
    These eyes burn
    But I can't turn
    The days have been forever
    Now you think you're clever
    But both of us could see
    We were never meant to be.

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  3. Its very psychoactive ,the poem makes me think about how a person on asid ,or that had a mental disorder wood see things in the situation, of randomly attacking a family member well tiring to save them from monsters in there head well there" bro" starts ragging and freaking out it brings vivid images, to my head and in a strange way resonates with the insanity and memory's caused by tramatic events in my past.

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  4. Pain and shame
    the name of the game
    i try to pretend
    but you are not a firend
    fire flies threw the sky
    like a million orphan cries
    my pride and joy
    my little boy
    pain and shame
    is the name of the game

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  5. The goddess of the night sings this sweet dreadful bless
    Awaiting a cold, painful, midnight kiss
    And with this she asks for a forsaken kiss,searching for this
    Winds strong, and violent, take her so far away, She learns what it is to miss

    Lost in a world, not of her own she awaits for her knight,
    A soldier to the sun, and a killer he is by night, he waits by her side
    Oblivious to what is there, she screams for days to summers
    Wishing for comfort, to break the unwilling mother

    Tell her something beautiful, something to destroy her fears
    Broken and torn, her soul is shattered in all
    life so impaired, she shuns her face,
    So afraid, she becomes a disgrace

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