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"that which is broken was never right before (4-26-06)" by beautifulfallenangel

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I do not introduce, what was not said, is to be lefted alone, and those that do not exist. Is it you smiling? Are you here, meant to take away the pain given by another? Was I meant to be forever insane, tortured for the bliss of the devils (demons) living inside each and everyone’s mind and if you’re lucky, your angel chases their whispers of deceit away, before heard by your young and impressionable mind. Giving you a smile to take away all the pain and for a moment you forget to be strong and fail to stand on your own. Given your weakness was always being kind to others even when it warranted hate or meaness.Does it matter anymore that your lies have strengthen my senses , do you even understand , why such hate and anger builds up , yet never really explodes? Twirling circles, senseless. Circles that don’t make any sense. Fearing your hating me, loving me, haunting, raping me. I do not cry wolf, who would believe me if I had. I will not break apart uselessness. I want to be honest even if it means boring your ears of my sound. I won’t do what I don’t want to. I’m merely logic encased in a troubled mind. I don’t say words unless I mean them and I don’t keep anger anymore then I love. I won’t fall in with the crowd simply because everyone else is doing it. I’m an individual who rides and hides her own path. Secrets no one knows and if told could they be understood by the average mind and I’m just writing senselessness to past my time away, though it’s always true. My mind sleeps thru hazy mornings and alerts when night falls to be kind, though eyes wide with feeling. Gifted nights, bended knees only to forget that which does not exist. Torn smiles, peering thru stain glass windows. I’m following thru the arch enemy of yesterdays, climbing against the wind wishing to fly as I’m falling, gracefully. Leaving you alone, spread in crumbs across my world of hate and love. Pretending to be your lover and your best friend. Though you aren’t really alive or are you dead. You seem a bit too sane or is it a bit calm. Maybe it’s me dreaming of a could be and would be. Could it be such a crime to love you or am I loving you love me. My eyes will pierce your soul if you let them. I’ll see right thru you before you can captivate me with your happy go-lucky smile. J . It’s in our souls that we rebel against and encased what could never be. The stars of yesterday are lost on the youth of tomorrow. To better enclosed my point, is to understand what is written beneath and between the lines, the images that encases your souls disasters. You are hiding the truth talents for the long reverence of tomorrow. Your once peacefulness and alertness gone out the window, thru harms way and into the streets of savior unto the land of the forgotten, away from the hands (meant to guide you instead of contemplate and confuse you) into the waters of the all fore coming sorrow ness, straight into the hands of heat, hate , cold, love. I’m not sure you truly understand what I said. And though I think you heard the whispers of the devil and seen the sight of hate and death, he has shown you things. Things your eyes were never meant to see. He’s seen you as a tool to spread along evil. I’m hoping I’m not too late to save you from the madness. I’m praying you aren’t too far along with the popular crowd to be driven back to whom you once were. Although we change our souls remain the same. Never deterred from the from of our talents and achievements. Believing we can change something that wasn’t meant to be. Drowning in the waters of taking lives and I still don’t think I’m writing sense. Although I’m praying, pending arts , and living along dreadful circumstances. Fearing what is to come






THAT WHICH IS BROKEN WAS NEVER RIGHT BEFORE.





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