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Trapped

Why do I feel so caged I can clearly see how free I am Free stay and go Free to "Fuck you" to the cops I can walk to the edge of campus and light up a cigarette without a care I am just that free Except I'm really not I am not free to hold your hand Kiss your lips or hold you tight It isn't free to journey thousands of miles to be reunited with you We aren't free to marry in the "Land of the free" I am not free to even allow myself to love you yet For I know it's a moment I wish to savor You in all your perfection, My Artist You with your pale complexion and smile that makes the stars dull I am not free to do as I wish Cannot place a kiss upon your brow Unzip my canvas flesh I am not even free to commit suicide It is illegal to destroy government property like that But the price of the pain I'd cause you would out weigh that tenfold Nothing is free Even the air that enters my lungs comes at the cost to the plants hard work Nothing I do is really free I feel trapped in this endless paradox Free to be love who ever I wish but not free to see them Not free to see the face I envision at night in person Lack of freedom drives a person mad Mad enough to over analyze Finding the right descriptive words to turn a sad reality into a form of art Mad enough to let my poet take over I am not free I am a demon and when I am left with my thoughts They make ever so clear how trapped I truly am Assuring me my depression is more than a cloud above my head Telling me that the dismal haze I see surrounding me I cannot break from I am not even free to have a happy thought When I do my inner darkness tears it apart Tears me apart As I am stuck in this mental prison Stuck as government property Stuck being so far from you What I wouldn't give to make that journey To no longer trapped But be free at last....

#Trapped #Lakes inner demon #Lakes poem #poetry

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Train vs Bridge

Stand my ground Or cast my feet from it Rumbling of tracks Or clashing water What is the last sight I'll see Ferocious, unforgiving machine? The light barely visible from under the flowing current? How will I go? Fantasizing about either A dark grin shall appear

#Lakes inner demons #Train vs bridge #Lakes poem #suicide

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To the Online Stranger

You ask me, "Am I part of your stories?" I wonder what person lies behind the faceless question Quite possibly you are my main character Perhaps you are the monster I slay The man on the street I mindlessly crash into Maybe.. You're the girl I lost.. Or even quite possibly My Muse in disguise My Online Stranger If not before, than now I am carving you into my stories You for this time are the center of attention This tale is for you Right now I see your silhouette Read your question with care Two things come to mind Have I incorporated you into my fables before And if so.. Do you really wish to belong there?

#To the Online Stranger #Lakes inner demons #Lakes poem

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Think

I watch in envy as he slowly kills himself Bestowing the cancerous stick in between his lips Igniting one end Using the other as a passage way One for the smoke to creep into his lungs I sit in envy Watching how each drag empties sand from his hourglass He is oblivious to why I am so green My mouth waters at the though Succumbing to the sirens call of nicotine He exhales the smoke and it dances into the breeze Integrating in with the wind With more thought I see It's really not the action of smoking I miss It's how it empties my hourglass Little.. By little

#Think #Lakes inner demons #Lakes #poe #poetry

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Scene Six

As a poet

When my world isn't as I envision

I craft a new one

Etch my image of a better place down

Allow deep thoughts to transcend on parchment 

As a poet

The construction of a new world is effortless

Every detail I visualize 

Even those imaginary speckles of dust 

Ones that drift past her face

And the thin beams of light shining in her eyes

My Muse; My Artist

The world I write about 

It's the perfect balance of fact and fiction

But in the end it all pools to perception

With walls down 

A constant flow of creativity pours from me

As a poet 

Expressing myself in words 

Became more familiar to me than breathing

Looking deeper into my fantasy land

We may watch

Half the sky be abundant with stars

The other with clouds releasing buckets of rain

Earth below is dry to the touch

We see though the raindrops crash down

Splattering the falling water 

She is there with me

On a hill looking across the land

The unnatural pairing of Honeysuckle with antirrhinum

Peeking out from under the rows of Cherry Blossom

With branches intertwined

Crafting the illusion of pink tunnels

Streams prancing along in oxbows 

Only to be united underground 

A place of bliss 

My Artist only adding to perfection of the realm

I look at her to see

That she's painting a story 

On each leaf of an old oak tree

The sun is playing hide and seek with the clouds now

A faint fragrance hugs all sense of smell 

Tulips and rainfall

Even in this world I grab my quill and ink

That's when it happens

She glances at me

Face so gentile and full of thought

Then that smile devolves on her face

A smile meant for me

Placing a new brush in her hands

Returning my own smile full of unconditional joy to her 

I set off to work

In my world with My Muse

The Artist and The Poet are free

#Lakes inner demons #Scene Six #My favorite #The Artist and the poet

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Scene Five

When The Artist fell ill

The Poet searched the lands

On a quest for a remedy

To cure her love The Artist

Unable to find help

Inspired by grief The Poet wrote

Inscribing runes on paper

The quill drifted along the page

If only if only

Words were the cure

The Poet would write for years 

If only The Artist grew better

If only The Poet could help

If only.. If only

#Lakes inner demons #scene five #the artist and the poet

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Scene Four

The Poet heard every word

And sang along to herself

Every passing song

Brought The Artist to mind It seems music isn't the only thing that's sticking As time passes

The plot keeps thickening

Forbidden as it be

The Poet pressed on

Still standing by

With each verse and each song

Wanting to sing

But unsure how

The Poet turned to pen

To express herself somehow

Presenting now

Her work you see‏

To the Beautiful Artist

That she may only dream‏

                However your perception  

That isn't the path they are meant to be

Remaining hopeful and zealous

When looking into her eyes‏

                The Poet documents the tale

Of their two hearts

Maybe one day for the world to see

The bright tale of The Artist a The Poet

Throughout the scenes

#Lakes inner demons #scene four #the artist and the poet

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Scene Three

So The Artist had her suitor The Poet had her pen And so their paths were set With The Artist in tears And The Poet in thought Neither of them were well off The Artist only drew black The Poet unable to write Thus the death of their creative beauty With a tale like theirs You begin to question Does anyone in this life have it fair?

#lakes inner demons #scene three #the artist and the poet

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Scene Two

The Poet was a monster The Artist an angel Both with intertwined paths The Poet loved The Artist The Artist loved The Poet Yet forbidden was their curse From a far Each looked to the other as their muse The monster guards the angel Trying to protect her from the other beasts of this world The Artist and The Poet Sat and waited Looking for a way.. Fighting the ailments of the world Hand in hand Each day passes Yet the feelings shall never fade Distance  Like their curse Remains the same

#lakes inner demons #The artist and the poet #scene two

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I know you don't follow me on here so I can freely say.. I miss you. Feb. 6th just passed meaning it was the 365th day since the last time I ever saw you. I watched from the front of my house as your truck pulled away and drove down to the end of the street. I watched as you turned left and kept going.. I remember so vividly kissing you for the last time that night by my Dad's rig. I remember sorting my belongings into boxes, leaving you with memories. I remember how fast that month flew by after I called and told you I would have to leave.. How distant you became. I knew for fact it was over that day but neither of us could really let go. Until one day you could.. I lost myself in the infatuated bubble created when I was with you. But I am glad you moved on. I am glad you fully healed. I am sorry that I let you down, that I pushed you so far away. Because of you though I know who I am, what I want in life, how to get there, and who I want to do it all with me. So ultimately I must thank you. You are the girl I lost and the heart of my stories of Georgia. I miss you Alissa Faith Pierce, but never would I wish to be around you again.

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The Artist & The Poet (scene one)

The poet sat and watched

As the artist stroked her bush on canvas

Pen in hand dancing along the lines of paper

As the artist worked the poet wrote

As the poet wrote the artist smiled

The two created

Both acting as the others muse

The world only sees the visual and literary art produced

Together the two were perfect

The realm around them become more and more beautiful

Every stroke of the brush

Every motion of the pen

The two forms of art collide

As did the poet and the artist

#Lakes inner demons #Poetry #the artist and the poet

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Lakes poem 1/3/14

Sharing a body with two prominent minds The Person and the Poet Normally an easy task to juggle Unless they share a muse Indulge in the same well of joy The body is really what suffers My mind never stops Waking all through the night Lake demanding a pen Only after I chain smoke a few The one real thing we both have control of Arranging runes on paper Spinning a tale seeping through my pores Clogging our mind A tale where the poet lost the muse Where the Knight lost the princess that was not even theirs When dealing with the insane Things are no longer seen as black and white Thoughts are viewed in a vivid array of colour Each flower is symbolic Every star has a name and story Individual trees all bestow importance Emotions and thoughts are inevitable Never were you mine Your prince has returned and I'm but a shadow again Will you forget me like I can never forget you? Maybe one day I'll find out As for now I miss you.. All of me Every perfect aspect of you I'll hold a pen for now Wish you and your prince luck With runes on paper There is nothing more I can do

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Neil Hilborn - “Audiobook” "Step 7: You’ve been in love with two people for a while now. Tell them about each other! Whichever one stays is the winner!" Performing at the December 2013 Soap Boxing Poetry Slam #thebeardiscomingback

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When it came to you The wait was nonexistent When it comes to others Even three months seems too soon

With you Your hand was perfect in mine With others since It's never right; Too big, to small, just not they way it's supposed to be

Happiness was introduced by you Everyone else is just meaningless distractions

Your body rests with mine as if it were created to be next to mine Others make my skin crawl if they sit too close

I told you I'm yours and no one else's Others claim me but even now.. We know the truth

Your dating other's I'm doing drugs

Your trying to be happy I'm torn up by thoughts

You fake the smile all too well My eyes hide my true self without flaw

Maybe one day it'll be you and I In the meantime Hello drugs Goodbye emotions

You're the key Unlock me when you please Until then I'm the lockbox Waiting to be opened

#Lakes inner demons #Poem #Why can't I let you go

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What is more entrancing than smoking? What part do you divulge in the most? Are you hooked to the natural substance soldering with each inhale or the feeling of it rushing through your body? Quite possibly, you're like me and it's the movement of the smoke you desire most. Getting to watch the thick light gray air expunge from my lungs in a slow calculated exhale. Manipulating the outcome of it's appearance by changing the set of a jaw, curve of a lip, speed of release, and location of exit. Shooting some from my mouth with distinct shape and flow and then sending the rest to journey through my nose.. I'm in love with smoke.

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Time is the key, time is the curse..

Lakes inner demons

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Story time:

Everything around you is pitch black. You're standing every still, with feet firmly planted on the board below you. The Earth is slightly rumbling.. You inhale deeply as you ball your fists, and softly placing them to your sides. Your courage is strong; the wind begins to blow. Suddenly, your sounds go from a natural stillness all about only to be disturbed once or twice by a rustling in the leaves or the movement of rocks. To a random gush air flowing by, pushing on the whole side of your body. Everything is still black, so you finally open your eyes.. Just as you do though, it hits and everything is black again.

#Lakes inner demons #Short story #Train #Story time