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Poetry By: Headphones Vocal Method

A Poem by HPVM

Submitted:Oct 25, 2012    Reads: 37    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

A color so pristine it blinds and sets me free.

A complex but stained vain i see but worry.

A secret i keep for respect to all my friends, i will not put my pressures on them.

A constant counting down day for humble sincerity preaches to a voice only in my head.

I argue but with a demon i mock, a life I've lived most would be shocked.

It's silent but screaming out through complicated easy natured foals.

There are no sides just confusion for one.

One being us all for future bleeds information that we all need.

The bleeding is a large form of tuition that i can no longer try to explain.

It courses pain but i feel no emotion, it hurts an invisible grey scaled heart filled with complaints.

A notion beaten to expand, creepy by stereotype but warm by real life.


A leaf falls as i watch without blinking.

No thoughts as a conscious mind is sinking.

A complexity so simple, my bones weaken.

For it is a goal to leave it all behind without a trace, without wishful thinking.

Not long now...



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