Liar...

If somehow, the memories... If they could be erased... Oh, how different things would be. Or maybe they wouldn't... Possibly those events, the ones I push far from my mind, were only a trigger. And now, that I know its genetic, that could be the case. But no matter what the memories will remain. As will the nightmares, and the pain. At least things should get better soon, because you promised it would all be over now. Wait, I shouldn't listen to your promises. Your just a LIAR.

Not A Poem

The scratch of my pen,
cannot keep up,
with the speed of my thought.
Words whisper around my mind,
demanding to be put to paper
But my writing is too slow,
And I forget
what I really meant to say.
And the words come out
Wrong.
Close but
not quite
What they were supposed to be.
This jumbled mess
in my notebook
sounds so wrong to me
And some who say
"Great poem"
Or
"Keep writing"
Leave me confused,
because all
I see,
Is a mess on the paper.
Not a poem.
Not what its supposed to be

A Story of Insantiy?

F
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G Fast.

All of the words in the world, and all of the time I could possibly have to write could not even come close to describing my life to you. Its a spiral, a mystery, a war, a struggle, and an adventure. Its a book, and its a single word. Its forever, and its a moment. Its crazy overflows of emotions, and its numb. Its peace, and its a raging hurricane. Its love, and its hate. Its too much for me to think about. And its time for me to go.