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ParanoiaParanoia.

I don't want to be this way.

But I can't help but feel this way.

No matter what you do

Or what comforting words you say.

My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.

My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.

Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.

My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.

And that's why no matter how much I love you.

For some reason I will always feel cheated.

So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.

You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.

There are only so many false accusations you can take.

The

I'm TryingI'm Trying.

What more do you want from me?

Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?

I'm trying to make something of myself.

I know nothing is promised and I may not be the fastest.

I know my attempts have not resulted in any form of wealth.

What more can I do to prove to you that this is what I want?

I can see you are finding it difficult to get past this.

You think there is more I can do to help myself.

You can see that I'm struggling; I never tried to mask this.

I want you to understand that this is something I must do for myself.

But all that I will ask for you is,

I hope that one day you will believe in me.

Believe in everything

SurvivalSurvival.

Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.

Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.

We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.

We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.

We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w

Money, money, moneyMoney, money, money.

I laugh even though I don't find it funny.
How stressed I am because of my lack of money.

How much my life actually depends upon it.
How much the fate of my future actually rests upon it.
How easily you can lose friends because of the lust for it.
How friends can become enemies just because of the hunt for it.
My stress levels increase to the point where I have had enough of it.
I bury my woeful head because I know it is impossible to run from it.
Although I will always need money, I will never have any love for it.

Without money would there be such a thing as rich and poor?
Will the streets still be filled wit

HerstoryHer-story

I can't describe to you how much I love her.
I actually feel nauseous just at the thought of her even thinking of another.
In all my short life I never even thought I would ever discover.
A woman that I would be proud to name as my baby's mother.
I know that if I were to hypothetically loose everything, we would still have each other
And it is my chest only that she will caress under the cover.
Of course we are bound to argue and I will occasionally confront her.
Although I might not say it, I might even imagine her being someone else's lover.
And it's because of my insecurity and paranoia I end up making her suffer.
I'm j

ObsoleteObsolete.

Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.

But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.

Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,

As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.

So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.

Just remember this world,

This univ

GuidanceGuidance.

My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.

Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.

He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.

Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.

He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's short

LostLost.

Do you ever question

Everthing that you love?

And that he alone decides whether you go

Or above?

Below

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Abuduction.Abduction.

Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.

Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.

Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.

Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.

With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.

How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?

No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.

No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.

A Step Too FarA Step Too Far.

She just couldn't take it anymore.
She threw her purse and her child's lunch box on to the floor

Of the fourth storey of the local car parking complex.
The lord only knows what will possibly happen next.

She begins tugging on her hair furiously in agitation.
Talking to herself having an in depth conversation.

Pacing up and down and aggressively talking in tongues.
Labelling herself as an unfit lover and mother to her husband and son.

Tears begin to cascade from her face violently.
She didn't tell her husband about her woes instead she chose to silently

Keep it to herself and let it eat her up inside.
But eventually

The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.

He was described as quiet, shy and socially awkward.
He was not the type to be loud, abrasive and forward.

He was highly intelligent and kept his thoughts to himself.
He didn't posses the tools to communicate with anyone else.

Whenever he spoke, his words felt forced and fake.
Who knew back then how many lives this man could take.

The realisation of his isolation was activated by the school premises.
He was never able to see his peers as friends but only as his nemeses.

But when he was home his alienation became none existent.
He was able to laugh and smile without any form of resistance.

The constant contrast

Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.

He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.

She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even tho

Self-InflictedSelf-Inflicted

I just hate myself.
  I hate the life that I lead.
    I hate the things that I've done.
      I keep trying to figure out.

       Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
    No matter how hard I try to evade
  And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.

  That the problem resides within me
    And the answer remains absent.
      I am the common dominator.
        I am

The Highway To Success.The Highway To Success.

Caught in the same cycle,
Venturing on different routes.
Dealt an equal amount of cards,
All attempting to follow suit.
Each path is only built for one,
So the other is destined to lose.
The hungry and the blind are equal,
But who is misleading who?
Multiple mouths moulded to lie,
Resulting in many truths.

So when you offer me....
A way out of this unfair world.
An opportunity to avoid the sheer cold.
To have the freedom of being brave innovative and bold.
A place where all of my dreams are promised to unfold.
Where all of my dreams will be mine to grasp and hold.
And my story will become an infamous l

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Trust

by *KelaLewis-Morin, Oct 2, 2012, 3:55:10 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Visual & Found Poetry

Trust.

Hard to gain.
                             But easily lost.

The effects will always remain.
                                                           Unless we pay the cost.

Instead of abiding by the same
                                                          Ethics and then finally realizing what we have lost.

Kela Lewis-Morin

Trustby *KelaLewis-Morin

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Visual & Found Poetry

Another simple piece I wrote recently. I am always thinking of little rhymes and why people are the way they are. Just tried to break down this issue of trust and how it can both limit and aid you. I hope this works and I hope it makes sense. Let me know what you think guys

~MadHat11D6 Nov 6, 2012 Writer

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~Steroids98 Oct 6, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Beautiful...

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