Elude Most Poems

losen my mind n fly high sky, crash to earth wen the door bell rings,
the floor it self sings catch a sound wave with the corner of my eye,
the sooner i discice the lack of self lies, beneth the 4 laws of life,
all course the crak in the center of duble fether pilow sacks,
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ask me if im ok id say fine if u knew me ud no id be lien but, thats just fine in my to eyes, just as well i dnt no nobody els but me my self n i, closen my eyes silin in the cry out of help, could of used along time go but now iv delt, still dnt no exsacly how i felt but, riten down words is my therapy, smoths out most the dought pain gently mentaly was lost in a pit full of fog, the cold in the unfited mold, the frost bite, i rember thinkin this just might but it feels to light, to egnight n survive thow this one touch night, to survive with this one love life, i wish i knew the reson to, so if u no please give me a clue, cuz hu new this would end up bein my very own persinal view, i didnt, i didnt wont to b born in a world of hate, the murder the crime the w8 to say some ones been raped, the apocolips wil come to late the apocolips will come to late the apocolips will come to late.

wots the point in prayin wots the piont in prayin wots the point in prayin.
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no my name no my brain mind n sole,
thats a sayin that gets old,
no mater how meny times its told,
this poem has no meanin no point,
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im the guy hu hides away n the night,
trys to finde a peace of inner light,
looks at life as a black n white rerun,
wakes to the day thats alredy bgun,
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life is changed with change, looped
with chance, tested on how strong
ur stance is, or how well u play the
game, it begins the same but can
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sorrys a word that gets
sed a lot, insted of stop
all to gether, the box is
nether locked,
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days thay edit the typ of credits at the end of the day,
thay cary difrent names but thers realy just 1, its the same,
1 sun,1 continus light,
the erth spins to spred night to thows hu might benifit or like,
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wot if evolution stoped mid cycle
n all the decipels just droped n caryed on with ther lifes,
tellin storys thay 4got but connectin the sings like dot to dot,
wen is the ryt time to rethink every fact that is imaginable
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