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Mental Den

Howard Robard Hughes III

Homly, is blank

All the vibrations cause pure disruption; agony is falling to your knees against the crowd's pleas. A true fool is what is sold to these hoards, a smile is easily turned into a tool. I make reasons for my short-comings, but I preach no self-loathing. An aroma that brings a silent calm, perhaps a sweaty palm; a scent of something vanished. These roads seem so long while troubled feet march them up and down; this plan seemed so sound. Dreaming is a humans escape in this brutal age, this makes glory fade through faithless nights passing. Only sometimes do I dream of that soul ripped from my chest, this remains a heavy burden. No more shall I hide this face! I kiss the ground will deep respect! Tempting that jump is, yet life holds greater bearing. For now I walk away- down that deep hole.

Stressed Out

Forever.

First We Clean

Something Else I Need.

No voice reminders, only passing chords that match your tone.
Forever missing.
Somewhat empty.

What craft? Pause, then Laugh.

Long days spent wasting away, thinking of ways to chekc these pieces. Minutes are counting down, and in pondering, what have I really learned?

Little is no good so keep thinking bigger, constant the vulture for his dinner; stay cold, and bitter. I want to help my soul become brighter, though I throw away my humanity- let the birds pick up my brittle remains.

No one truly losses, still no one gains, we stay strong, and we take what we need.

Ha!

Laughs! They make one disdainful.

Itch the bite, till it bursts. The puss is can only collect for so long. Speaking can cut a life short; fore our words mean nothing when were dead. Actions form bad habits, and with that we drop the curtain for the climax. Relaxation comes from peace and bombs are built with words- disarm, and then you'll bring hope. Howling dogs, these ones travel in packs- feast on weakness and you'll cause fear. A mere earthling needs stability in the day to day, but how can one expect changes with a lasting constant? A walk can clear you head, but we do this less and less.

less and less.

Stressed Out.

less and less.

Does this life have a cure?

I guess I am looking it right in the face.


-Poetry.

2046

Trees

Seemingly I have nothing, nor anyone. A simple equation solved with the most basic of needs. I am lost, and am all alone. There is a trap set for the game, a hunt that takes place at dawn! I am sweet, but you mustn't mistake me for lovable- a wretch is what I am, so fear my horror filled cry. I can see the ending, but I've know the outcome my entire life- home. Kings among men, warriors among women. I fight for truth, but that's a lie- the naked truth is falsified, I am only classified. Can you feel my hot air shooting down your neck? The goosebumps leave evidence of satisfaction, or is the only way out through a locked spirit- this passage is my breaking legs! A quick snap brings me to me knees, and suddenly agony all across my body; this car crushing is drove by the one you hired. My breathing slows, yet my heart pumps- though the gutter now carriers blood through the city sewers just like my pungent veins. This is what the file reads, murder in no degree. Whimpers? Whispers? Mumbles? Shouts? Nothing but the thud on the ground.


Stressed Out.

Trees grow from my remains.

If only? What a great cop-out!

Birds sing the day to dusk, this mist scatters, and my thoughts lie astray, my world crumbles with the awakening of a tiny life- a holy feeling of longing. I know what to do, yet I think my mind wrong without guidance. Lessons taught, bait is gone, yet no fish caught. Drinks around my table seem to little these days, no family I'd enjoy dining with. Amongst my peers I buckle in torment, those people I mean nothing to; bitter is the child left behind! I'd rather dream in love, than die in screams- so in dreams I drift away. Animals live the years away, while I waste away my youth in silence- I sense a hollow grimace, still I ponder. My only regret is one choice made, with no way to replace my feelings my soul goes untouched by human thoughts. I miss you are the only words I know how to mutter.

STRESSED OUT!

This is my lullaby.

Polysics Nation.

A CALL TO ARMS!

My Dreams.

I can not walk away from this feeling. Tears bare remorse for joking mistreatment. I know what I do, yet I continue this dangerous path- For a moment I see this clearly. This beat goes on, and on- time is a brick wall waiting for a speeding car. Oh! I like it alot! This looping beat that fills my bleeding brain. Swords perched for the striking.

"oh, feel the fire burn."