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Shelley

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I Want To See The Sun

The low hung clouds affect my mood

And darkness fills my every thought

The only thing that pulls me through

Is maybe some day things will change

I want to see the sun

I want to see the sun

Time stands still for erternity

The world resolves but not for me

The changing tides affect the sea

Optimism holds the key

I want to see the sun

I want to see the sun

But sunshine doesn't want to shine on me

The bitter smile of fortune is false

The fear of it tears you apart

It's in the choices that you make

That bring you laughter or a tear

I want to see the sun

I want to see the sun

But sunshine doesn't want to shine on me

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Three steps forward, two steps back

If im trying im manic

If I give up im black

Constant critisism of the things that I do

Living up to your expectations

But what they are, I havn't a clue

You're playing with me and im sick of it all

I don't do head games, you win, your call

When im down you pick me up

When im up you knock me down

Is it any wonder I feel confused, abused

This life that I have is not what I'd choose

Tell me what you want me to do

How should I act?

I havn't a clue

Tired of feeling ill all the time

Nausea, headaches, emotional flu

Too up, too down

Never quite right

Am I the problem, or is it all you?

Nirvana blew his brains out with a shotgun

I relate to his lyrics and you laugh at me

Oblivion is safe, I won't have to feel

So, so tired, and nothing is real.

BTW comments welcome....good or bad! :)

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I can't keep faking, I've lost the fight

I roll over, play dead, you say "It'll be alright"

The spirit I had, you knocked for six

Should have realised that's how you get your kicks

My stomache knots, nauseated with fear

Wish I could find a way out, a place away from here

I don't know who you want me to be

Christ, I don't know even who I am

You made dam sure of that

And all along it was your sick plan

Your a leech and you've sucked out all of me

I am a shell, a void, a walking legacy

My thoughts are messed up

Im ill in the head

I cry out for help, you say "you made your bed"

How much longer can I be wound up

Like an old toy

Played with

And cast aside

Before the spring snaps

And you find that I've died

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Three steps forward, two steps back

If im trying im manic

If I give up im black

Constant critisism of the things that I do

Living up to your expectations

But what they are, I havn't a clue

You're playing with me and im sick of it all

I don't do head games, you win, your call

When im down you pick me up

When im up you knock me down

Is it any wonder I feel confused, abused

This life that I have is not what I'd choose

Tell me what you want me to do

How should I act?

I havn't a clue

Tired of feeling ill all the time

Nausea, headaches, emotional flu

Too up, too down

Never quite right

Am I the problem, or is it all you?

Nirvana blew his brains out with a shotgun

I relate to his lyrics and you laugh at me

Oblivion is safe, I won't have to feel

So, so tired, and nothing is real.

BTW comments welcome....good or bad! :)

really love this one...relate to the words a lot.well written

xxx

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^ Thanks! :) I have another.

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I am a master of disguises

I can be a hundred different people on one day

With me you'll discover many hidden suprises

Just don't believe a single word I say

I can act just how you want me to act

I can manipulate any given situation, to please me, to please you

I am the puppet and the pupeteer

I am the master and you are the fool

These masks I wear

They are not new

I was born with them

They do as I do

I animate them

And give them life

What's underneath?

A mother?

A wife?

When I look concerned

I laugh at you

Im on auto-pilot

It's as easy as remembering to breath

You think you have the upper hand

But for one hundred different people, my freind, you'll grieve.

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^ Thanks! :) I have another.

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I am a master of disguises

I can be a hundred different people on one day

With me you'll discover many hidden suprises

Just don't believe a single word I say

I can act just how you want me to act

I can manipulate any given situation, to please me, to please you

I am the puppet and the pupeteer

I am the master and you are the fool

These masks I wear

They are not new

I was born with them

They do as I do

I animate them

And give them life

What's underneath?

A mother?

A wife?

When I look concerned

I laugh at you

Im on auto-pilot

It's as easy as remembering to breath

You think you have the upper hand

But for one hundred different people, my freind, you'll grieve.

strong stuff

xxx

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Raw

Emotions buried for many years and years,

Having rid my body of my disease.

Like an over boiling pot, I cried many tears,

I prayed to God and fell down on my knees.

Coulors so vibrant, not dull and grey,

The sence of touch, long forgotten return to my finger tips.

The smell of cut grass, the warmth of the sun,

Like a person reborn, I am raw as one.

I see your faces, and It's like Im seeing them for the very first time.

How blinded was I, that I could not see, just how much you mean to me.

You are beautiful in every way,

And every moment spent with you,

Is both precious and a privillage in every new day.

But I have let you down again, It's true,

Another lightning bolt that's come from the blue.

Believe me when I say to you,

That I will see you again, for what you truely are,

I've had It with my blinkerd ways,

And next time I will be here to stay.

This is a poem I wrote for my children, after coming out of rehab for alcoholism, unfortunately it only took 4 days before I started abusing Diazapam, and going back to my old ways, just a different substance of abuse.

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Catharsis

blowing your brains out

getting those stains out

drinking down death

breathing her breath

pull this fever out of my veins

pull these thoughts right out of my brain

eyes hurt from searching too much

too hot to see to bright to touch

washing your veins out

drowning the pain out

paying the price

losing your life

wallow fear desperation

swallow mirror- watch me drown

satan shows me his creation

black reflection fearsome found

slashing your sorrows

no more tomorrows

dissonent chorus,

I cut the chord and I am lost

and breathing one final sigh

I am ready to die...

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^ Thanks.

A Girl's Dreams

When we are little girls,

we dream of princes in white,

and white knights on their steeds.

We dream of a hero

who will rescue us from our lives.

Yea that's what we dream of-

with Innocent eyes.

When we are in the teens,

then we find our dreams

turn to the darker side of things.

Vampires, demons and rebel souls-

the bad boys capture us

with that wicked gleam in their eyes.

Yeah, that's what we dream of-

when we find Innocent lies.

Well I've tried the angel

with lying eyes;

and I've had the devil

with trouble on his mind.

but now I dream at night-

Of a man who'll be there

when no one else will.

Who'll love me for me;

even as crazy I can be.

A strong and quiet love

with a passion that can't be denied.

Yeah, that's what I dream of-

with my not-so-Innocent eyes.

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Prison

Thought I could control You

Built Inescapable walls

To capture You

Who have watched me fall

Walls so high

No bird could fly over

No spirit could climb

No cloud could cover

Walls so thick

No force could break

No light penetrate

No way to escape

Walls so strong

They could not fall

With solid foundations

My Inescapable Wall

Such a fool am I

I thought that if you could not escape

That You could not see

That i would be free

But there is no way

To harness Infinity

I realize now

That I built these walls

Around myself

And only You can set me free

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Now u can write poetry!

I can relate to all of them at different times. I loved the master of disguises one. It is so hard to remain consistent. I still try tho, i try to use logic and remain objective.

When u're in it tho, its hard to see what's actually going on.

All well written

xxx

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