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a poem of sorts, please if you're here, add a few lines on, going in whatever direction you like :

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i don't want to have to explain my ways

i don't want you to rain on my parade

my circus is colorful my circus is cruel

i play the ringmaster you can play the fool

i look to the sky for my inspiration

we do thundercloud dances we do sunny imitations

who are you to tell me what to do?

who are you to tell me it's untrue?

maybe, once upon a time, i could have told you;

who i am, you understand.

maybe, once upon a time, i really knew.

now, though, i've forgotten, and the memory's been lost.

i am nobody. can't tell you anything.

but isn't it amazing how high

the stars look when you gaze into the sky

like looking for something you lost

forever ago.

i miss it.

will i miss it?

can i miss it?

miss it?

kiss it

like you

full on

on the mouth

writhing trying to make some sense of it

miss it, still

trying to make it seem real

when "it" is as yet too vaguely defined to feel sure of

and waiting for a time when it isn't

when life will open up like a roll of paper towels you drop

and lose it's mystry

do i want that?

is "it" worth losing for certainty?

like spring for summer...

like joy for realism...

what is real anyway?

like a boat washed ashore

passengers lost

lost. lost.

like you're lost

when you look into the mirror

and wonder who is that person

who am i?

i am like the tides sweeping across your

mellow sweetness

you taste like sugar cubes

on a hot summer day

like water when i'm

dehydrated.

confusion is a natural state

these days.

but always.

unravel the secrets of

my words

my thoughts

if you dare.

i try not to scare

i'll try to open up myself and bleed

make myself bare

feed on your thoughts, your hair

your dreams, you're everywhere

dream me

see me

scream me

believe me

because you are the power within me

you send me

every last one of you breathing

stops me still

brings me chills

i believe, you believe

there is some magic here

in the believing, in the seeing

don't fear it

live it

breathe it in

breathe eachother

love one another

again and again and again

and when the mist begins to fall

we will dance in the rain

and look for the rainbows, not in the sky

but in our souls

Our souls are sold

to reiforce the mold

that brings our laughter to tears

trying to hide behind our fears

of the machine

defy or redeam

to split a new seam

of the supreme court dream.

With a cry

I refuse to die

Your words of hate

will soon abate

but not before I have my say

You were not even there that day

You can not pretend to know the truth

to hide behind and stay aloof

to bring your lies a-tumbling down

I refuse to wear your jesters crown.

but i want to say this,

dear you.

i breath broken strips of air

like metal from my lungs

cutting my throat

every love song i hear leaves me

crying trying

not to fall apart.

i'm forced to hate you

and well her too

because you just dont understand

if i let myself love you

i crumble

my tower breaks

at least i'm honest

with myself.

unlike yourself

your never honest to anyone

not even yourself

you just let yourself fall

down

      
     down
             down

then crash

you wounder why you when shatter.

but it doesn't really matter

you will never change you ways

you're enjoying being lost in the haze

of confusion

of pain

of lies

and you fall

and you shatter

and you pick up the pieces

and don't listen to what he says

'cause you're lost in your own little world

enjoying being hurled

through time

and through space

with nothing in my place

did you even notice when I rose

and put my nose

against the window

and watched each raindrop

drip onto the top

of my car on the street

looked at where the skylines meet

and the birds overhead

then looked back at you in bed