We are Everywhere

wondering when to end

9/17/2013

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We all share, every moment of ourselves
we are all scared, to share with someone else
to let it in so deeply,
like a pin cushion
every emotion stabbed through
collecting like rain on the window

We are all here, living every moment
we all fear, this life will soon be ending
to just disappear
no one knows where
our souls fly away, our bodies lay
just happy corpses rotting away

so smile back at me
wondering when to end
when will we find a way
so keep smiling within

so run away with me
wondering til we end
when will we find the way
so say it once again

goodbye old friends
smile, we will drink
together again

We all take, our images from someone else
we are poster children, propaganda out loud
like a contagious virus
spreading ourselves
pushing our thoughts, everyone else
taking what is wrong, creating ourselves

so run away with me
wondering til we end
when will we find our way
to say it once again

goodbye old friends
smile, we will drink
together again
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years go so fast

9/8/2013

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you know it works, I know it works. yet we are both scared to try something new. we are afraid to find the feeling of something new.

This doesn't mean we need to love new people, to start new jobs or even something simple like eat something new. Though everyday we wake up, we tire of doing the same routines of folding the clothes, driving the same streets, walking the same fields, drinking from the same filth and I cant figure out what it is that makes anything make sense. We rabble, we speak, we unleash the same monstrosity.
 over and over and over and over again....
 over and over and over and over again

buried alive
how can we survive....

is it something caught off guard, is it the one pill we cant swallow. I found myself looking to long and feeling so shallow. heart felt and misspelt, I find myself wondering why I even bother.

repeating, repeating something worth never speaking and shaking the mistaken with the unannounced overtaking.. why must we speak, why must we bleed, why are we here, if in death there is nothing. It is hard to explain, it is hard to take, you make me memorize the words, but can understand their meaning. Why so selfish, why so hard to understand, can we separate ourselves from the feeding hand. Some touch themselves with pride, some concern themselves with dying, some just lay here wishing for something more, but never stand to fight. we are weak, we all strain, but its a matter of if you stand at the end of the day. 

pride cant over take us
if we cant feel anything

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