An idealDuality is my reality. For in actuality, it is my only coherent mentality. Shifts and turns pervade my mind. New thoughts and ideas parade inside.An ideal
These particular ideals I've been forced to hide.
Facades and charades I do not applaud for hiding whom you are will not appease god. You wear a vestige that hold no symbolance to you. You preach ideals that are archaic and askew.
Why hide yourself from the light of the lord. Why believe only what they tell you to be true. Think for yourself, apart from the hoard. Spirituality is from within you.
I neither acknowledge
Sandcastles like skyscrapersWhat mysticism the world held when you were only three feet high what held the mysticism in the world when it was high above your eyes?Sandcastles like skyscrapers
A pile of pillows were a battlement Ready to cushion the siege A blanket was a magical cape Billowing as a heroic vestige
Faeries frolicked in our heads Along with ghastly ghouls Our imaginations ran with us Our actions were those of fools
Now here I daydream in a desk just another tool
Time ticks along till four o'clock My head up in the skies Superheroes fight with dragons as pix
freeThere you are once againfree
at the edge of my periphreals -------------------------------
Those words I sent Did sound quite eloquent But that warmth has been spent Those emotions came and went
String of letters and rhymes conveyed those thoughts of mine Your kiss shall be missed, but it never held what I wished Dreams from days forotten and gone Discarded and regarded as beign soft hearted
I held too much hope For who you truely were I almost couldn't cope But now youre simply “her”
That change diddnt come in exchange
Three phasesVisualize what is inside a shell in a fetal defense a boy hangs in an effluence a melange of colors and memories spentThree phases
surrounding him a wasteland of fragmentation countless thoughts
his last defense is the last shred of conviction
his wings are clipped,
opened one too many times ascension into something greater an impossibility
purgatory
A gray area no true leniency an existence of ambiguity
the shell spends hours supposedly living sleeping, eating, meditating until a light bursts through, obliterating &
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