thought

it swirls through the air

and it's insightful and wrong

i wish it could be different or something

something not quite right

its all left

and blue

but that's not my fault

its a brain

but it is not

who decided to give us thoughts

who decided to give us power

who decided to create sorrow

would we have found it for ourselves or all be lost

in an eternal bliss

or lost in misery not knowing the word

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All we are

wow!

if we could see us for all that we were

just imagine it

wow!

the thoughts and subthoughts

and the words

and swirling imaginations of a world

just think about it

wow!

there's a rope to hang yourself with

but lets turn it into art

there are words to wound others with

but lets turn it into art

and there is finally a light to shine into the darkness

and end to the tunnel

can you see it?

wow!

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I fucked up

i want you to know that i'm sorry

i really am fucking sorry

i will never let you know what i did

i will never let you know why i did it

but i am sorry

and i do regret it every day i breathe

and on the day i take my final breath

i hope i will have forgiven myself

because i fucked up

and i broke you

and i never fucking meant to

i want you to know that

i was stupid and young

and i should have known better

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Brains and Minds

The thoughts claw at my mind

And they wont let me escape

Or I wont let them escape

Who knows what controls what

Have my thoughts manifested

And become their own being

Maybe

Who knows

You cant tell me right from wrong

Because this is my head

And my rules

Even though I don’t know them

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The Waiting Room

it mocks her on the wall the hours not ticking by the minutes zooming backward

she feels like she sat there for an eternity

bound in the silence of the waiting room

the full room full of empty noise

staggered breathing from all around

words waiting

hopefully good news

never good news

its always a longer time if you don't talk

it's always a longer wait if you don't waste time

but you can't do that here

because it's wrong

how dare you try to comfort yourself

how dare you do that

it isn’t your life that you can worry about

not here

 not in the waiting room

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The things that shape us

The Little white men stand tall and proud

Nothing but paper and paper throughout

Cardboard and fibres and snippets of strings

There they flutter in the breeze

But look at them now

As they fly all around

Tied to the branches

And disturbed by the wind

They are as innocent as a butterfly

And as peaceful as a fairy sigh

But look at them now

Not as they are

Only as what they once were

Look at them now and see the truth

These beautiful artworks each hang from a noose

They’re formed by cutting and tearing and pain

But no we don’t think it is bad or a shame

They are not human and are all just the same