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I am an Angsty Poet
XMysticOperaX
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I stare outside the bars of my cage oh release me my love!! she spins around on the dance floor disco sunrise plays loudly and she stares at the flashing lights and she raises the flute and begins to play dreaming of traveling the world oh take me away! she sighs, laying beside the old tree writing the poems of her life i stare inside your eyes and i see myself in them that is what i have always dreamed of and right now i am blind! she stares outside her cage bound in cruelties chains she cries... gasping for breath she runs through the night hiding underneath the stairs fallen into poverty once adorned in riches! and now i am nothing!!! can you see the pain inside my eyes? dreaming of affection, of love... she runs along the water at night memories passing through her thoughts torture and pain silence lime and a ditch plagued with amnesia i wish i could remember everything.. the life i forgot... i dont even know who i am anymore the puppet stares at the trunk oh why am i here?! money falls from the sky and the teenage prostitutes dance their minds infected with lust of the devil and he laughs and she screams "...i stare at them... and i feel pity and misery and i wish i could help them and i stare at him... and i know i will never become like them.. i'd rather die the missing youth" she stares at the video-recorder of cruelty do you know what pain is? she stares up at objects of horror and she screams trapped within the hidden room in hell the world of pimps and dealers ..but she never let the pimps catch her she'd rather die then be a fifteen year old prositute she stares at the gun and she falls upon the floor amnesia plagues her memories and nothing makes sense she carves a heart upon the tree.. i love you... she smiles with a broken tooth grin the malicious lust and violence of the world i guess my poems all tell a story kiss me, make me smile can you see inside my eyes she runs through the storm searching for love playing the piano singing in the choir the silent youth all grown up she stares outside the bars of the cage ...i think im in hell.... she grabs the bars of the cage release me... love me... kiss me... need me.... starved of affection she runs towards the volcano watching it errupt she screams climbing aboard a rock and she hears him laugh.. hahahahaha she tries to jump upon another rock but realizes she is glued to him she is his puppet she plays the piano dancing around it ...walk inside my nightmare... she hides inside the ditch of death the filthy young girl adorned in rags she sings into the night i am the broken opera worship me kiss me dance with me walk inside my dream can you find me and rescue me? she runs towards the door bolted shut let me out.,. set me free she cries... staring at the devil the tortured missing youth "there is no escape i'm going to show you pain!" she screams! paralized in fear and pain betrayal staring at the trunk wondering what is inside she sings in the cold night of winter her tears frozen upon her face the porcelain dead doll dances in the night underneath flashing lights she stares upon her own grave with the missing marker wondering when they will find her and she will sleep forever.
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Haikus are easy,
But sometimes they don't make sense,
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-- Rolf Nelson
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Osiris without Isis lays in pieces in the river.
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