SirMaroc

You do something to me. I think you are attainable and still out of reach. You affect me greatly. You affect me at a chemical level, at the physical... laisse tomber. The subtlety of words and how I am now lacking in them due to you. I must have you, I won't have you.

In your lack of interest and willingness to mend, you've killed my current person. Now forced, to start again I fear everything. Fear itself is a burden, but the emptiness is worse. Questionable is the future, of there even being a future. You, completely unaware of the wreaking you've left. Me, hoping you simply, one day, remember. Still with you, are my feelings towards love, my courage, my hope, my self esteem, and I can't reach them. All this, done so nicely and calmly, still forever a "good person", I want to hate you, Need to hate you, but cannot. Instead I hate everything else. It's just funny, the pain you bring, without knowing

Someone planted a seed, deep inside. I tried to forget, they watered, forced it to grow. Seed to seedling, a plant soon to come.

A great man has fallen. Now, the rest of us must remember. We must remember him in his greatness. Sadly, this cannot be done. For to remember greatness, We must think of weakness. For us to say "this man was great" We must find one and say "this man was weak". But to do so, to do such a thing would tarnish this great man's image. To think of the great whilst thinking of the weak, no, this cannot be done. For this man was great. Not the great you can buy or become due to fame and fortune. This man was great from the inside. This man was strong, not with muscles but with will. So today, I say goodbye, not only to a great man, b

----------- Insert complaint ----------- Blow your brains out stranger I wouldn't do that. Trade in your prized jewel for a buck I wouldn't do that. Double - Triple - quadruple cross you I wouldn't do that. Break your lifelong piggy bank of hopes and dreams to see the many pieces crumple at my feet no, I wouldn't do that. ----------- /Insert complaint ----------- Your ease to murder surpasses my displeasure in closing the door on my way out and as I walk away trying to find a grain of reason in returning, we know none exists. But my love surpasses all hates logged, so I look from afar where the shrapnel can't reach me. For no ma

Fat by my own hand from the habit of eating blueberry pie with strawberry shortcake Sick by the world from breathing in my own home Dead from birth from living

Greener are the leaves just south from great overpass Sweeter are the women after barley and cannabis. Smarter are the wise from falling all their life. Longer are the children from hanging from trees. And slowly dies the poet, Xtera the one who always dreams

love is not blind love is not sold love is not earned love isn't sex it's not sexy love does not consist of fights love doesn't make guns love is not work love is not fun love is not television not advertisements not cigarettes you do not make love you have sex love can't smile can't eat can't sleep love can't love is not real

He`s dying not by pain not by words he`s flying with the bees and the birds you`re crying as you run from the hazards he`s dying for you won`t say a word