I'm a writer, I suppose; I always enjoy reading early works and those more contemporary. I feel there are many good writers/poets left undiscovered, and their work is just as powerful & beautiful as those who are known throughout history. If anyone wants to know other details about me, I'm willing to share, but I don't feel like writing those things out.
Other than his life story,
He doesn't know what he did wrong
Life is lonelier without her in it
Her volatility doesn't bother him a bit,
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Receiving a medal for his mettle,
Running barefoot in the hot sand, constant in the summer race
Besotted by the color and shine of the prize,
Ignoring perceived stumbling blocks
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Age is for the dead,
But he needs certain people to listen
Why not, why can't we have everything, without suffering and nasty conclusions?
Less noise for some, it's the beautiful answer
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Price tag, personality 90% off,
Way off, not well-off
Saving little, no longer a face, just a disguise,
Dressed down from all the criticism, wearing all that examination around like it suits him
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He feels overcast,
Always carrying a degree of guilt about himself
Nowadays for him, the seconds feel like minutes,
Minutes like hours,
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