Life; or what we think it is

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"one steps back to look at the reality - I step back to find the holes in reality that I can jump through to keep dreaming" -CMG

Submitted: January 13, 2012

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Submitted: January 13, 2012



The plesent, overwelecomed thud of failure 

is making the backs of my eyes bruise,

and my throat sweat.

Those flashing moments of absolute regret

So what feet am I left to stand on?


The Bubbling of blood fills my bent joints;

friction, fingers pressed to temples.

Staring at nothing and seeing it all -

the stunning climax and the beautiful fall

with no arms to reach out with.


A tainted mind and a tattered soul

In a world of wishes - of meaningless goals.

Of ground we once stood, and trees we once stole.

Of bones that will heal, from the shit we are told.


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