Just another story in this screwed up society,
Another life down the drain.
Another classic sucker, direction towards disaster,
But this one's a little strange.

He's shy but his head's up high.
He's smiling though his dreams have died.
And when you ask him why his answer stays the same.

He says I've lived, I've lost, I've loved at great cost.
But what I had was worth all this pain.

I wouldn't give up one moment, not one second.
No I wouldn't change a thing if I could turn back time.
Yes I feel like I'm dying and I'm constantly crying.
But once upon a time I felt like I could fly.

So yes I've lived I've lost, I've loved at great cost.
But what I had was worth all this pain.
So no I wouldn't give it up, no I'll never say enough.
And though I don't believe things will change... I'll hold on.

I bet your probably wondering if our boy got some sense knocked in him.
But I'll have to say things didn't really change.
The last time I saw him he was carrying his daughter I think Annabelle was her name.

He stood there with his head up high like all his dreams were flying high. And when I asked him why his answered was the same.

He said I've lived, I've lost, I've loved at great cost.
But what I had was worth all this pain.
So no I wouldn't give it up, no I'll never say enough.
But now I believe things will change... so I'll hold on.

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Jolly had a lolly that was a sight to behold.
He held it up proudly as he went for a stroll.
He enjoyed the gawking stares from the people he passed.
He imagined the context of the whispering and laughed.

Jolly's lolly was red, white and blue.
from many an angle it resembled a canoe.
He walked with his lolly all the way to city square.
there he found a seat on a startegicly placed chair.

as he sat down and prepared to take his first lick.
Jolly's nose felt a sudden itch.
next came an AHHHH then a CHOOOO
and that was the end, for Jolly's lolly flew.

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What is love if not but a whisper in everything you do?

I saw you today as I stood there reading,
I watched your form and movement and expressions.
I inhaled your scent and listened to the littlest sounds that escaped your lips.
It was not possible to concentrate with you there but I pretended to.
I wondered why I could not breathe.
I wondered of the pretense of love.
I wondered of the line between love and fascination.

I stood there today watching you read; but today I stood alone.

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Dear Emily

You are my mould, my form.
You are the base of my concepts.
You give me strength beyond life,
And are the guide to my direction.

You are the bearer of my wit,
And the structure of my character.
You are the focus of my ideals,
The dept of my dept.

Could I ever begin to repay the priceless?
Could respond to uncontestable love?
For you offer only your completeness.
And it is your completeness that makes me whole.

Word of my words, Song of my songs.
Giver of my breath, lover of my soul.
You are my wholeness; my Emily.

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The birth of silence

Besides the tears, the pain, the lost.
Besides the joy, the happiness, the ecstasy.
Besides love and the pretense of it.
Is there anything else. Or is that it.
Is there really a point to it all.
When the circles never really lead to a goal but rather a finish.
Death how I long for thee.
You are the ultimatum, the final destination, the inescapable.
Reaper of souls you need not hid in the shadows of this house.
You are welcomed here.
Your work is distinguished and honored behind these four walls.
Bring end to the drama and give birth to the silence.

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Do you not see?

Be it nothing left to be said, or hoped, or loved.
Grant it without gratitude, or praise, or allure.
Allow it exist as the impossible, the passed, the pull now dreary.

For even though to all these may follow;
I will live on just, the hope of tomorrow.

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