slave of guilt
FancyFacade
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my soul sighs,
and i see you sighing with me
your dreams
everything you ever wanted to be
and what you wanted to be
was ridiculed
now that you have found it
it was nothing you thought it was
and you feel all alone
wasted and empty
trying so hard
then one day, you gotta say
im exhausted.
giving your all
up against the tide
so tired,
my soul cries,
because my eyes are dry
they told me i was a crybaby
when my daddy died
is it alright to cry
is it alright to say
im tired
just gotta stop...
gotta get out of this wasteland
watching the world, how can you have hope?
what happened to you?
how can you be smiling
im so tired.
i just woke up
and here you come
greeting me with a staunch hello
"good morning! how are you?"
get out of my face
dont wanna see you.
could i have what you have
cuz its obviously not you--
all the plants i put in the soil
bloom for a day and die quickly
and it never feels ok to be happy
and i see you sighing with me
your dreams
everything you ever wanted to be
and what you wanted to be
was ridiculed
now that you have found it
it was nothing you thought it was
and you feel all alone
wasted and empty
trying so hard
then one day, you gotta say
im exhausted.
giving your all
up against the tide
so tired,
my soul cries,
because my eyes are dry
they told me i was a crybaby
when my daddy died
is it alright to cry
is it alright to say
im tired
just gotta stop...
gotta get out of this wasteland
watching the world, how can you have hope?
what happened to you?
how can you be smiling
im so tired.
i just woke up
and here you come
greeting me with a staunch hello
"good morning! how are you?"
get out of my face
dont wanna see you.
could i have what you have
cuz its obviously not you--
all the plants i put in the soil
bloom for a day and die quickly
and it never feels ok to be happy
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Your poems are the flowers that don't die. Water them with your tears, we'll give them the sun of appreciation, and we'll prove them evergreen. Some people might call what I just said corny, but never mind them. You, write for us, and don't stop!
I once stood a foot or two from Ed in a crowd back in June 1992, during a performance of "Porch", and he had the microphone with him but I heard him with his own breath. He sang, "If you've got something to say, say it." So, take the man's advice!
that was a really nice piece. thanks for letting me read it.
pedal brake
i have played games with pieces and rules
that was very kind of you to say Finsbury. thank you.
yeah, that was the first item of poetry i have ever read on here. perhaps a bit intrigued by the title. I wish i was a better writer.
keep it up.
i have played games with pieces and rules