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Sick: Minutes become hours Hours become days Days become weeks Time has lost it's place It has questioned its role I can't tell if I'm dying quicker Or living slower

Little Something: Something new happened today Something only a few saw in a way Something most can't explain Something some would want to ordain

Seep: Given a stone's throw worth of sight Dim headlights with thick fog tonight Wondering is everything able to seep by? From the innocent to those who lie? Despite their obstacles or oracles? Are all souls considered portables?Now a removed blind, or moved soul? I see fog only accents the whole Highlighting the night to accent And give forth an inspiring lesson In the now visible winter night sky All I simply have to do is try

Relations: No matter what happened I always thought we’d be friends But it didn’t turn out in the end It’s really surprising how life bendsThought we had something Felt that we had a connection But it turned out into nothing Now you are just a name to mentionYou still cross my mind During these days and these nights But now I’m in a bind In a relation at such great heightsBut before I proceed I don’t know where this leads But I must catch up with the And have faith that bleeds From my soul Honesty that flows Through my soul Truth that breathes In my inner soul Nothing but

Walls: Inspiration struck I got up and wrote words on a cluttered wall today I thought they would do something, but the wall is unseen As the world passes by it sighs, decays and passes away But I think the wall spoke the loudest, I mean I think the action spoke the loudest to meToday inspiration struck I got up The words fought back I was a hack Inspiration and ideas were hailed Communication prevailedI think the action spoke the loudest to me Right next to me whispering, "have no fear" In the form of thoughts and words you can't see Drifting untouched in and out of my earI will learn to listen to my wall

To The World’s End: The whole world could fall to pieces tonight But it wouldn’t change that we made a connection With you by my side, and me to your right I don’t even have to think twice or question I know you love me; I can see it in your face But sometimes I disappoint me, myself, and I I just think, I hope I’m not falling from grace In your rich beautiful brown eyes I stop thinking about if I love you, or issues about race If we’ll make it, or if we’ll have kids What your family thinks of me, what mine thinks of you What anyone else, anywhere thinks about anything I just think how can I prove my love for you And how I can better mysel...

Melody: My feelings are strung to your words from my heart Allowing you to give my life Melody And you make giving love a beautiful art Like whispering sweet nothings quietly Into my ears as if you were beside meThis nation separates my heart from your voice But sometimes it’s like your right here And when I see you it will be so nice You may make my eyes being to tear From the joy you’ll bring, not no fearYou’re a gorgeous Melody to hear And you’re a Melody I want here

Pen Be My Eyes: With this pen I’ll cut myself open And find out What I really am With the spilt blood I’ll paint a self-portrait So I can remember Who I really am And I’ll still be left Alive and wondering Why I really am And this is In thought Where I really am

Me: If I am who I am Than I am all alone Just lonely me, monotone In this bitter sweet symphonySo, A life solo in solo-mo With heartache and loneliness As the weight on my chest

Hard Felt > Head Strong: Sublime the most descriptive word in history A symbolic host to give society Explanation for the unexplainable Capable to convey a plain to all That poets and musicians and artists Try and strive to arrive and target But it’s hard to get this across To these head strong marks