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Somewhere in No Time

Updated on June 12, 2012
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Have you ever thought, "why am i thinking this way?" Have you ever thought, "maybe i think too much."

Beauty stains the mind
Scars bind the stains
Blood fuels the brain
Anxiety is the leak in your veins
Auxiliary is your choice, a fork in the road
Anger is a lion to be tamed
Before your covered in a blanket of shame
Remember that we all do the same

Have you ever known memory?
Time slipped your mind when you suffered from heat stroke
Revenge
Spray the sun with your toxin
Bask in your radiation
Dig a hole for your burdens
Erase the space you so treasured
Its a riddle so strong
You'll have to chase it
By the blind hand that drags you
And by the feet that your steps are measured
Know that the world will fall under your fingernails
To keep forever
Or to be scraped away and washed down a drain,
In vain

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      Skyler DeCristoforo 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      If you cant take poetry seriously, maybe you shouldn't read it!

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      Skyler DeCristoforo 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thanks so much for the nice words xstatic, i look forward to reading more of yours as well!

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      Jim Higgins 5 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      Outstanding poetry! Up!

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      Skyler DeCristoforo 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      The poet explodes

      along with the thoughts he didn't understand

      in an instance their vaporized

      in a haze they rain down

      becoming

      apart of the sand

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      Matthew Weese 5 years ago from Auburn

      Smile with your feet on the sands,

      erase the past, push forward,

      towards that false glorification,

      smile, for we all have a little while,

      time is irrelevant when the mind is shroomed,

      a mist, a clouded room, an internal sonic BOOM!!!

      awaken for the time is near, to clear the fear,

      the air.

      Love, a feeling with your feet sunk in the sand,

      hate a feeling out of the heart of only man,

      death will come to roost inside our souls,

      I'll meet you all at the end of deaths cross roads,

      BOOM!!!! the poet explodes.