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A Thousand Years

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It's Complicated
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a poet......

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Despite my anger and retribution
Ignore the fact that my hurt is the same
Avoid the images of abusive stimulation
See that I’m human and can bleed and be maimed

Your words they do continually dominate
Put me and mine to lyrical shame
Though I fight to preserve my mental state
It is you that controls my mortal name

Give back what you have forced me to concede
While on my knees I have offered you my pending fate
I beg to you release my invisible disease
And let me stand beside you; not as your companioned bait


breathe deep

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bow

Frightening is the coat you wear
Fear is what lingers in your soul
Coward is your omnipotent despair
Cringing minutely in your endangered hole

I’ve left you to your canvassing shroud
I feel that weight of it still
Listened to your putrid screams out loud
Nothing can force me to devour that sickening pill

Pray to your God if it makes you complete
Throw yourself casually at its mercy
Forsaken is how I’ll meekly declare defeat
I leave your illusional site with a defiant curtsy



teths

Posted on January 11, 2009 at 5:09am —

teths

mental

i defend myself as if i am being heard,
beg that u hear my plea
you hide you’re doubts with a word,
though you say you forgive and let it be

the tears they do fall time and again,
but the hurt left behind is all too real
youre unsure yourself but refuse to bend,
then leave me alone with the mark that only i can feel

wont you take a moment to ponder,
the past your so readily refer too
i ask this of you for i can sit here and wonder
is it me you distrust or those who have wronged you?



teths

Posted on January 11, 2009 at 5:07am —

teths

questions

Would you be me
If only for the day?
Could you truly know
What horrors come my way

Ideally you would live
In a glass house utterly alone
Empty of that deliberating strife
Free from those life’s imaginary stones

Seamless would be the inner most walls
That protects you from disfiguring harm
Forged by its brightly lit rooms
Those conceal the ugly tarnished charms

All would be beautifully sought
In your ideal cocoon of happiness
But I can see you hiding in your welcomed hell
Wildly coveting your… Continue

Posted on January 11, 2009 at 5:05am —

teths

absence

Sitting in damaged silence is where I concede
The single most precious thing I possess
Torturous is the sound that it brings
Knowing it will command my living breath

Passion is the way it will depart
Thru the putrid hole of my existence
Though I appear out of control
My collective is how I can predict this



teths

Posted on January 11, 2009 at 5:04am —

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At 9:25am on August 1, 2009, Marc Scientist said…
Beautiful site. I will read your poems later and comment. Very Nice!!!

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At 6:02am on January 11, 2009, PREACHER said…
VERY NICE VERY NICE!
At 6:01am on January 11, 2009, PREACHER said…

WELCOME MY FRIEND I AM YOUR HOST HEAD SPOOK ENJOY THIS HOUSE IT IS NOW YOUR HOME.
I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOUVE MADE IT, NOW GO AND READ TO YOUR HEARTS CONTENT
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