"I need a helping hand to move forward, but the one I trust is the one I'm letting go."


Inconsistent DilemmaI need a helping handInconsistent Dilemma
in hand to lead me from this heartache in my head. Tell me how to move on move forward move past this beat,
beating on my soul Keeping me in sync with the rhythm of our consistently inconsistent dilemma.
Tell me your heart! Tell me your heart is my heart. Tell me your hand is my hand. Palm to palm you are not the hand in hand I need.


Hand to HandHand to hand They confess to tragedyHand to Hand
Feigning guilt They compromised and Found homes in their tears. Palms stained white They bleed them red Bled them out To confuse themselves. Sacrificing purity For the thrill of life Forgetting to pretend They become, Corrupting their minds With their own misconceptions. Hand to hand They confess to hate Fading into the black sky and Black tears. Whispering fallacies to the stars Creating a new truth To live by To live on. They find their eyes Staring in uncertain


Plain and Simple: PrologueMocha latte frappacino half calf whatever. That kinda stuff isnt for me. I take my coffee straight up black. Straight up boring. Thats sorta how my life is. I hate people who complain about their problems. Not because theyre whining, but because they dont realize how lucky they are to have problems. Do you know how boring a worry free life is? Life sorta just fell into place for me since the day I was born, and has been nothing but average ever since. Average grades, average looks, average friends, average family My friends call my Brady Bunch because my life just seems to perfect. &Plain and Simple: Prologue


PuppeteerCulling a beauty from the collection,Puppeteer
Unearthed from a dusty box, The puppeteer makes her dance.
Harlot she is not, but a wonder of Eternal admiration. She Reflects all the love your heart has to offer.
For her you would do anything, even Resign to becoming the puppeteer's new toy. Everlasting fealty to a lord, Evil as sin itself.
Although her love is everything to you, Nobody would blame you, if you Didn't sacrifice your freedom.
Creature of cruelty and Avarice. The puppeteer has you ensnared. Return home at once, or R
In your head
A dying secret
That never belonged to you
She tried it on
And died there
Holding your blame in her chest
Silently weeping her faith
Into you hands
You exchange dreams
Lip to lip
Trying to whisper
To her secret heart
You renew her faith
And learn to love
Holding her silently
As you exchange thought
Through tongue and mouth
She finds her heart in you
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"It were a grand thing, the Beatles." ~Sir Paul McCartney
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"It were a grand thing, the Beatles." ~Sir Paul McCartney
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
I LOVE YOU!
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