

in your lying eyes"look in the mirror, what you see is a blithering, porcine figure. through the eyes of yours you see lies. through the eyes of others, us, we see emaciated, sickening looks of horror. can you not see it..how bestial and gruesome you are. your figure is distorted and although the stares are obviously the looks of confused people you assume they are looks of hate. why should you suffer? why should you grieve? why should everything in your life depend on the concern or opinion of another? and the answer comes shortly after the question.."in your lying eyes


beauty of the mind"you are the light that always shines through; the one that makes my heart anew. but troublesome fiens alas are here im sorry my love, i must leave you my dear. we will soon meet again one day i know; because being with you makes the summertime snow. unless the barbarians cease to attack im sorry my dear, but you'll never come back. 'tis a shame you have to die. i love you, & goodbye"beauty of the mind


"see comments for title""the words that i speak, the thoughts in my mind; all for you they lurk and they twine..combining together until both are one, just like our alliance; one we've become. being with you, together shall end the profound misery in which we do not speak of. i hold you, not in my hands but in my soul; where you lay to rest. forever do i keep my promise, where as i see you as my one other part. all new beginnings right from the start; on this day i leave the, to be held in the arms of the more powerful, because i love you. no man should be treated with such ludicrous manor, like they have treated me. you though, have shown me the way to happiness. a"see comments for title"


taking ones life for your own"heartless you are, your quivering whim says it all. your so scared, so easy to understand. but your young and stupid nonetheless. don't do this which of you know hasith upon regretful outcomes. you will always live with the guilt. but of course, you don't listen. now one life is never to be spared. "i developed my lungs today, mommy" the voice seemed to strain. your hearing things, of course. but then, "what are they doing to me mommy, i can't get away, it's hurting me". you know these voices are your insecurity. you keep going. it will all be over, then you can go on living your own selfish life. one last time and it's over..that voice agaitaking ones life for your own
I'm impressed
you are a very talented poet,
amazing.
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