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Jack, 12 april 2012

My own thoughts

You trail my skin, and chill my spine
Fill my head, and flood my mind

You query my views for your own gain
The stress you give, it falls like rain

You invade my zone, and steal my friends
Transcend beyond the bounds I give

Your torturous ways seem to have no end
What is it you wish to apprehend?

Though I’m in control I lack the power
All I can do is wait and cower

Why do you pierce me while I sleep in bed?
I’ve now fallen victim to the thoughts in my head

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Jack, 12 april 2012

Alem, the wise talking insect creature.

An insect jumped upon my shoulder just the other day
He revealed to me his name was Alem, and then went on to say
He’s here to help me spot and choose better paths in life
But only for just one week’s time will he steer me clear from strife
I took the creature up on its offer in hopes that I would learn
What its like to stop the things that cause me great concern
A week had passed, and Alem told me its time for him to go
He commended me on the job I had done, and pointed out where I’d grown
The creature quickly left and vanished into a spectrum of light
I spent the day alone in reflection until day had turned to night
The morning came, and I found myself lying in a hospital bed
I had slipped in to a four day coma from sustaining injury to my head
Upon explaining Alem, and how real he had seemed to me
It occurred to myself that Alem was much more than just a dream
He represents the power that we all have inside
To change our daily fates, we can act as our own guide
Next time you’re faced with a tall decision causing great frustration
Remember that you’re the one who controls the outcome of the situation

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Jack, 12 april 2012

Inescapable

My time has arrived, I can stay no more

Death has called me to walk the lonely corridor

He shall guide me there, my hand in his

I am condemned to wander an unknown land that is

Perhaps paradise, but I would soon find out

The maze that’s Hell and what lies throughout--

I stepped inside the cave, and the entrance was sealed

All light quickly died, but an object revealed

A black candle and its inextinguishable flame

Illuminated a small area outside of its range

With the light provided the surroundings had shown

The emptiness of the cavern was instantly known

As I wield this candle I walked with a force

To journey my eternal prison in search of its source

One fork in my path had lead to another

Each room inside this hallowed confinement appear like each other

Have I been wandering this labyrinth for thousands of years?

Am I stuck in this puzzle, trapped inside with my fears?

Am I being punished for all my transgressions?

This is the outcome, my solemn depression

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Jack, 10 february 2012

Pink

Pink revolts me
Makes me smile
Happy sad and all the while
I feel attracted to the way it smells, reaches out pulls back and tells
A certain story of past events when it lost control and tried to bend
Satisfied, frisky, animated, thrilled, these are ways that pink makes me feel
The way it flows, sounds, and rings. How it flys on zealous wings
It sometimes makes you feel alone, may even turn your heart to stone.
Crush your dreams, and make you cry
Laugh in pain pause and sigh
Pink is a fantastic beautiful noun, and above all things pink is brown.

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Jack, 10 february 2012

Black waters

I sail these thick black waters
                                                                                In search of something more,
                                                                Is there anything to be found?
                                                                                Nothing seen for miles;
                                                                                No light, no sand, no shore.

                                                                All wind is dead, still yet I move
                                                                                In this vessel I call bliss
                                                                Is there anything to be found?
                                                                                Alas, my ignorance shows,
                                                                                I am stuck in this abyss.

                                                                Although, through the outside everything
                                                                                Seems completely calm and dead,
                                                                Is there anything to be found?
                                                                                No matter how I try, I still cannot
                                                           explain this grueling dread.

                                                           Lost at sea forever more
Consumed by my own thoughts
Is there anything to be found?
Besides a shameful past and future
Marked and stained with blots

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Jack, 10 february 2012

Days to come

If you are here in days to come,
Be sure to find the ones I loved.
Pass on the love that grew through years,
despite the cold persistent tears.
Recognition begins to fade,
Slicing memories like a blade.
Nights to come beneath the dirt,
should promise peace with no more hurt.
Eternal rest and solitude,
Unbearable pain has yet fallen through.
Dark confinement of ones own mind,
Being forced to dwell in till the end of time.
Appearance of beyond may be obscure,
but trials of this life will not endure.
All my days left could be just one,
So I hope I’m here in days to come.

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