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Closed the DoorI wonder what it's going to take
to get you out of my mind.
...out of my head...
Forget everything about you.
Can you tell me?
We had our good times,
we had our bad times,
but what do we have left?
We let things get the best of us,
and invade our minds,
and look where it lead to.
And it's all because you went and closed the door.
Don't even talk to me about pressure.
Try taking a step in MY life.
You have no idea what pressure is.
YOU get the little talk from your parents,
about peer pressure,
Well, try living with it everywhere you look.
You're sister hiding a stash in the pillowcase,
condoms lying everywhere,
and beer bottles left and right.
Abusive family members.
No way out,
no where to go.
How about suicide?
Yeah, I've had the thought.
Still do sometimes.
I can't bare to see my friends hurt.
So what's left?
Living with it.
Dealing with it.
And living a life you don't want.
Don't talk to me about pressure/
Not a second to wasteI've learned,
learned that life is short.
There's not a second to waste,
you never know what's gonna happen.
Don't waste your life lying,
and being selfish,
but that dosen't mean forget yourself.
Follow your dreams leaving no room for regrets.
And don't lie,
build trust on the truth.
It's quite simple actually,
to live a good memorable life.
I've watched it happen.
Life is short,
there's not a second to waste.
Will I ever be found?Normally when we become lost,
we become found.
Someone goes out looking,
or sometimes we even find ourselves.
But how do we find ourselves lost?
Are we stolen?
Or do we simply wander off?
What would cause us to run away?
You tell me.
I find myself wondering all the time
if someone will ever find me.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More