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    Search thyself
    toss away the lost perspective
    Is it for any of us to understand?
    Most stand lost, confused between what is true and what others conceive as truth
    Contradictory ways crush our inner sanctuaries
    Turning them into the things we fear most
    Thought process no longer exists
    Snap decisions have overwhelmed rational illusions
    Pain a constant reminder that humanity has not ceased
    Brick walls of medicated happiness
    No clean window to give clarity
    Yet my darkness provides my peace of mind
    No cold hearted monster dwells
    Just myself, nothing but my own conjured faucet
    Allowing me escape when the time is right
    For stability is not my best well-known trait
    Never a lost child
    Only a wandering soul
    Misguided misgivings
    And my own judgmental judge
    Search thyself
    Eyes wide shut
    turned off emotions
    for even I lie to myself
    Though I know none of it really matters
    All of it makes me
    Happy, sad
    lost, found
    calm, static
    darkness, light
    It's all me, forever me
    Nothing can destroy that
    for I am the phoenix
    Out of the ashes I shall rise
    Ever more powerful than before
    Cast away all foolish notions
    Lost, I am not
    I am forever found
    You can't fuck with fate
    Search thyself



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    carmentis commented on Search

    07-18-2009

    aye aye the paints that we put before our eyes are what is the world transpires to be you are as lost as the voygers of the mary celst, in the end the rocks that critsims will come over your placid seas, fate a wheel you spiing the strings you covers you bare upon you back will be the covers that wheel wil bring forth. you work can be a story that dies when you have put the final dot on its lasting word , but the impact was and is the impact you have shown with inyou own knwoing of that.

    NayInLove commented on Search

    01-26-2009

    wow.. you can really feel what your saying.nicely done

    bforibus commented on Search

    01-26-2009

    i can feel how the pain is tormenting and the emotions of confusing can be misleading. i love this poem. and then the self motivating colors where hot also. loved this one

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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