Reflections in the Subaru by Lauren Randall and Sage Hoyt (easy novels to read TXT) 📕

to relive a day is an adventure lost
a routine, our sacred untouched box,aprehension lost

continous streams of insecure thoughts blinding simple selves
adapting the personalities of others, craved acceptance lost

creative bombs decimating the minds of pretend competitors
to finally find the hopeful talent, artist lost

following the trends to create ones own "unique" self
caking layers of fake materialism, individual perception lost

seeping into the adulthood with the hard lessons learned
remebering those that love the YOU, fear lost

seeking closure through the clouded clarity
waiting for the epiphainy to arise
neutral days ease by
the melody of shame

unkept hatred foils a persona
a new genisis buried in wait
trapped in the continous hyperbole of emotion

sedate the mind with freedom
empower an ego once
leave the memories in the past
move on from the people

the sound of sniffling broken hearts abound
laughter, that immunity to save yourself from sin
Can't you hear the chirping creature from within?
those dull moments of silence drumming in and out
the ring of uncertainty, the ring of certain guilt

I hate that screech, that name so long built
the name of hatred, wait for it to wilt
hear the sound, the thud, the instantaeous crash
thats our moments broken, completely smashed

rage is all I feel, roaring in my head
that face that turns around at me is crushing like lead
I want it to disappear to never be seen again
to apparate with a pop....relief

Thank you.

there once was a man from Naboo
who lived entiely off a shoe

laces for floss
foor sweat for gloss

fresh leather bacon
a shoe never vacant

each day the size shrunk, seven to five
until there nothing, nothing to survive

the gruesome man ate a plenty
stretching the width of his ol' belly

it grew and grew, and burst with a pop
and quietly out came a shoe shop

hmm interpert this how you like
swish, sway-figure out what I'm trying to say
Botox
faces frozen while time races sly as a fox
whats with all these socks
big toes protruding downy soft new holes
My best friends name is Cole
He has a grand ole soul

interpert this how you like
I have nothing left to say

good day

jealousy is a regrettable thought
the green blinds all personal means
how can one overcome the feelings so hard fought

aches and pains of over played scenes
the instant grudge, forelong stall
mindset forever lean

jealous of the successful, towering over all
the artists, the dreamers, and their terzaremas
jealous of the carefree chaos so small

a hated feeling
a difficult dealing
closed minded as tall as the ceiling

to destroy the feelings caught
not

Publication Date: 04-18-2012

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