Useless mind,
I wish I would use less time,
Stop everything and visualize,
I seem to just ignore the signs,
Oh well, the taking is just not mine,
So I come to the question,
What am I?
Who have I truly become,
A yes-guy who makes sure wishes get done,
A prodigal son who some day will become the only one,
Everyone else is dying and soon I'll be the only one to remain,
Sad really, I never even said bring the pain,
Sad really, I feel so much anger and shame,
Things I should of done while they were alive,
Now everytime I close my eyes,
There's a ticking of stupid shit I did,
So all the stupidity, rage and pain are held inside,
I wish there was still some place to hide,
Being a kid playing tag would be fine,
But now I'm a kid who others collect fines,
I mean I didn't choose this life,
Didn't ask to live it,
But since I'm here,
The world's inhabitant,
I guess my purpose is the reason I give it,
I'm waiting patientently for the final sentence,
While jotting down stuff that I really meant,
Sorry mint,
Fresh,
Crest,
Best,
That's what I must show,
Live my life and show a passionate glow,
Shine and become hotter than the sun,
Which shows its passionate glow,
That melts away everything from ice to snow,
So like a diamond, I'll shine bright,
Like cliff hanger, I'll hold tight,
Like a hero saves lives,
I'll fight and save mines,
Fix all my crimes,
My tongue holds no lies,
No tears to cry,
And at grey and old, die,
Next to my beloved wife,
As my soul fades off in the moonlight.
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Words Of A Mircale
PoetryThese are the songs of my life, From blades that cut through my words, To a lifestyle that leaves the most brutal burns, Feel my presence exclusively from my fingers to the screen, I hope to get a few "I felt that" Hear the voice of each phrase, Hea...
