

The TruthThe truth just seems so easy Until you know what it is The truth is horror, pain, anger, and nakedness Sometimes the truth can be hard to say And when it is, it does not come from me And I really hate to tell the truth to myself So instead I lie to myself And put on an act An act of everything false and untrue to meThe Truth


Just to See YouThey say I'm not to be trusted They say I'm probably insane But they can't stop me from escaping to see you Because wherever I go, whatever I do I'll be forever escaping From everywhere escaping just to see you Because I love you And I will continue to Until the day that I can no longer see youJust to See You


Jennifer's HandsThey are strong and wise I've seen them dance inside my very soul I've seen them work miracles They do not rest I've seen them pick up many a weary body I've seen them comfort a crying child They are young yet finite beings I've seen them help others I've seen them cause a stranger's smile They do not give up I've seen them be responsible I've seen them be careless They are human hands I've seen them depressed and angry I've seen them make mistakes They do not forget where they come fromJennifer's Hands


silence has soundSilence agrees with no one taking only it own defiant tone shunning all of the possible answers.silence has sound
Silence takes only lonliness in its wake having no friends talking with no one silence only has itself.
silence however has a sound a deafening terrible sound tearing at our souls
echoing through the halls dwarfing all other sounds that is the power of silence's screams


TimeTime continues to march on as distruction embassary as a sage of healingTime
time is an eternal kiss
a kiss of death to some a kiss of life for others
we all travel the path as a grim death march
as a runners victory lap
time will never care it never ever will it continues to march on
time is a gift to some those who learn from it those who never give in
time is a curse to others those who never learn those who die
the path you choose is yours to live or die that is your choice time wi


The Hall of LifeAn endless hallway with doorways all along; left and right… You have to make a choiceThe Hall of Life
and you have three… Left, right, or keep on going.
And so you think
and then you choose…
Maybe you choose the last, thinking maybe it’s the easiest but don’t be fooled
the walls aren’t safe, the floors aren’t safe, no surface along
the hall of life should be touched… …they carry nightmares…
So maybe you decide
to choose a doorway, after all…
You choose left, and pick a doorway. And walk straight


Last Long LookDarkness swept upon the home, embers from the fire flicker, sitting in a chair alone, wasted cigarette bottle of liquor.Last Long Look
Hand of nicotine stain smell, lifting drink for final act, mind of night swims and swells, running in a hopeless track.
Where did all the time go, did it slip behind the door, why did it not stop or slow, or returned from days before.
Remember what was never done, from first light of the mind, you really are a wasted son, last great loser of your kind.
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You're just jealous because they don't talk to you.
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You're just jealous because they don't talk to you.
I love you and I worry about you especally w/ all that happened
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The trouble with quotes about death is that 99.999 percent of them are made by people who are still alive.
Joshua Bruns
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The trouble with quotes about death is that 99.999 percent of them are made by people who are still alive.
Joshua Bruns
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The trouble with quotes about death is that 99.999 percent of them are made by people who are still alive.
Joshua Bruns
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The trouble with quotes about death is that 99.999 percent of them are made by people who are still alive.
Joshua Bruns
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