Old woman
sweep up my remains
the bits that fall off me
skin flakes of pain
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Death is so final, to the ones left behind, it is bewildering, and can seem so unkind
Life is at best, a puzzle, a test, when it goes right it goes right, when it goes wrong, it’s a mess
Emotions are an ocean, they can be as gentle as the tide, they can also be
Pure misery that can dent, the proudest pride
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hi, i am a falconer, i am very extroverted, i have a gob, i write mostly dark depressing stuff, mainly things that have happened in my life, i am married, have 3 bio kids, and 3 step kids, bio kids live with their mum, i have issues, mainly with life, personality dissorders, bi-polar 1,2, ect ect, but there is method in my madness, so the voices in my head tell me, i love anything weird, love animals, motorbikes, bmw, s, i live life on the edge, makes me feel alive)
Loss
How did it happen
what did it cost
friendship and love
thats whats i lost
i couldnt think
of the right thing to do
so i turned to hatred
thats all i knew
outside i was bad
mabye even mad
i pretended to enjoy this
but inside i was sad
now i i think
of my misery spent
of those who have come
and those who have went
but in time my mind
will make me find
they same kind of friends
and then
it will all happen again