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A crippling undertow pulling us along,
Hell in a whisper; Savior in a song.
I took gentle care of that silence,
rage in a breath and eyes full of violence.
Jubilant earthquakes shaking resolve.
With this darkened City, I fell in love.
Double-sided time branching lost memory,
Forgiveness a hollow echo in this story.
The frailty of youth packaged in rotting TNT.
Cherry balm kisses and childlike stupidity.
Summer sun baking our skin,
Fireflies lighting our sin.
Vibrations of thoughts better left dead.
Your golden gaze still pounding in my head.
Distance and years have collected against us,
those promises of forever filled with rust.
This old, wrinkled reflection fades and falters;
Regret resigning me to stormy, unholy waters.
Youth wasted, blood tasted.
Shaken heads, empty beds.
Done for…
Hell in a whisper; Savior in a song.
I took gentle care of that silence,
rage in a breath and eyes full of violence.
Jubilant earthquakes shaking resolve.
With this darkened City, I fell in love.
Double-sided time branching lost memory,
Forgiveness a hollow echo in this story.
The frailty of youth packaged in rotting TNT.
Cherry balm kisses and childlike stupidity.
Summer sun baking our skin,
Fireflies lighting our sin.
Vibrations of thoughts better left dead.
Your golden gaze still pounding in my head.
Distance and years have collected against us,
those promises of forever filled with rust.
This old, wrinkled reflection fades and falters;
Regret resigning me to stormy, unholy waters.
Youth wasted, blood tasted.
Shaken heads, empty beds.
Done for…
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Think
Do you ever think sbout me?
Do I ever cross your mind at all?
After all we've been through, do I ever cross your mind?
I don't think I deserve to after
After everything that has happened
But I just want to know....
And I know I've messed up
More than that, I messed up really bad
I don't think you can ever forgive me
I don't expect you too
I never did
But I wish you would
And maybe you have
Maybe you haven't
I don't know
I'm afraid
I'm afraid about what might happen
I still have everything you gave to me
I know you probably don't
I bet you destroyed everything
Everything I gave you
But I guess I'm just sentamental
I don'
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Hello. And Good bye.
No I am not back from the dead.
Instead I left my old voices here
Where they shall sleep at rest
I will no longer be here
Because I have already
buried my fears
Though I struggle
Like every human
with their precious scars
My heart is still being renewed
By the One who is true.
No, I am not back from the dead
this grave I once knew
I stare straight to my reflection
Telling those lies to leave
It is time to say goodbye
Because His truth has set me free.
So, I tell you my shadow self
This is not gonna work out.
You are already dying
As I am being resurrected
each day into life.
You heard me.
No, I do not hate you
You were only a child being b
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to sit
I sat alone.
I sit alone.
Yes—I sit alone
For what was past is present,
But the future is never there.
I sit alone in a continuous vacuum.
I sit alone on a bench in a continuous vacuum
where I have no sense of rhyme or reason,
of joy or pain,
of loyalty or treason.
I sit alone.
I do not stand
For being sedentary is much more honorable.
Standing requires guts and faith and fear.
Sitting is merely submission,
A reservation to the events that I am pushed into.
I don’t have to stand to be afraid.
I don’t have to put myself into fear.
If fear comes, I am settled and waiting and ready.
I sit alone.
Not by choic
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© Chris Price *Mine dammit.
© Chris Price *Mine dammit.
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The entire thing is brilliant especially:
"Youth wasted, blood tasted.
Shaken heads, empty beds."
Nice avatar
"Youth wasted, blood tasted.
Shaken heads, empty beds."
Nice avatar