I was looking through an old journal the other day, I thought I'd share some stuff. =)

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Sometimes all I can do in enormity of life,
is stew in the entirety of it.
So many feelings, like flavors, fill up my senses...
drowning out all thought,
sanity is but a string hanging out of reach.

I’ve nowhere to begin
I don’t know where the end is
I don’t know how to start
I wash my mind eccentrically
I can’t see past my eyes
I’ve broken inside
and they caught me
now I can’t get out
Is my fate as simple as it seems
held prisoner
as my soul bleeds away each time
I see the locked oaken doorways
sturdily barring my freedom
I beg the sky for lockpicks
but nothing phases through
the ceiling to aid me
freeing myself from this prison
so I sit in the dank shadowy cell
scratching at the dirty walls
with a stone, scrawling my timeless limbo
on the blocks of granite
waiting as I go slowly mad,
thinking the futile scraping around
the iron frame of the bars covering the window
is actually making progress
breathing less and less each day
as my eyes see less the shallow scratches
I make, entertaining myself beyond infinity
digging for my piece of mind
lost, discarded now buried
by centuries of dirt and time
I will the walls away
but they stay, they still stay
sitting peacefully, awaiting
the breathlessness of fresh air
to be felt once again
biding my mind
knowing escape will come in time
I continue to scrawl and scrape
digging away
at the rock
at the clock
patiently
hourglass sands forget
the sun rise and set
with my full attention
patiently
sipping away at the darkness
awaiting dawn

Time of Our Lives

Call me up and we can talk about the old times
Sell our memories for nickels and dimes
Spare change from the time of our lives
When everything was easy and everything was right

Look me up and we can talk about the old gang
Older faces that still look the same
Polaroids from the time of our lives
When everything was easy and everyone was high

Come on over, we can talk about old love
The kind that comes back to you when times are rough
Broken hearts from the time of our lives
When everyone was innocent and everyone surprised

Call me up and we can talk about you and me
And all the things that were never meant to be
Young love from the time of our lives
When everything was easy and we left on the light

"Self"

Been a really, really long and stressful week...here's my bit of darkness for it all. I just want to say, I luff you all a lot..even those of you i've had disagreeements with in the past.. And I've learned now, I think, that everyone makes mistakes, but some mistakes are justified. Thanks for hearing me, ya'll. *HUGS*
"Self"

Hold me to the flames,
I will burn for you,
Never do it for myself,
It's always for someone else.
Stab me through the heart,
I will bleed for you,
Never on your own,
Can never suffer alone.
Claw into my skin,
I will peel for you.
Never hide my eyes,
Live to feed on lies.
Bite into my lips,
I will hate for you.
Never anyone but myself,
I could never hate anyone else.
Place me in the ground,
I will die for you.
Never because you asked,
But because you wanted me to.

How do you make things real,
That are figments of nothing...
Created from something,
Not tasting nor touching...
For the thoughts are not real,
They are figments of something...
Created from nothing,
Not seeing nor loving...
Are you a figment of nothing,
Or something?
Something that breathes?
Like the air in the trees,
Or the waves on the seas?
Do you dream in nothing?
From something not loving?
Or nothing in nothing?
Are you in love?
With something above?
Not pushing to shove?
Do you get what you want,
By making figments real?
Does the love lack luster?
Or lose its appeal?
Grab what is real...
Like a quilt that is sown...
Or you may find yourself,
Cold, old, and alone...

Night Owl posted down the board,
In a poem full of fun,
That principals are questionable,
School boards hire anyone.
I'm not one to disagree here,
That is not my role,
The virtues of being a principal,
Instead I shall extoll.
Punishing kids all and sundry,
For non-existent sins,
Giving them multiple detentions then,
Getting them to clean the bins.
Yelling at them for the wrong clothing,
Out of school uniform,
Spitting on them as I speak,
With breath like chloroform.
Parading down the halls so proudly,
Like a peacock on heat,
With my out of fasion cartoon tie,
And pants with a shiny seat.
But you can count on me in a crisis,
I've the guts of a horse,
When the going gets tough you can find me,
Battling on the golf course.      

Darkness comes
to take him away
into the tunnel
away from the day

Dillute his mind
he tries his best to resist
look into his eyes
see nothing but emptyness

Out of the tunnel
back into the day
does he still live?
It's hard to say.
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Doesn't make much sense, but like I said, it just popped into my head ;)