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One day the excuses will fail to facilitate

The actions will purely alleviate

All with intentions that are innate

Making the whole complete

I speak words

In hope to meld them into a structure

A poem,

Before I can make sense of the blabber

that goes on,

I'm shut down

"I ask for clarity

As the haze clouds the thoughts

I ask for rationality

As I'm blinded"

The Cascade - Moving Mountains

Amazing Amazing song. Gosh. Shame nobody has heard of this band.

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Well I hope that you know,

That you died in my dream

We were both in the grass,

When the wind took you and put you in my past

So just breathe,

Hold it in and think of me

Just don't fall back

So carelessly

When everything is forced to fall in place,

I'll find my own - you'll find your own - embrace

And the worst thing of all,

Was that I couldn't fall

When I jumped off those cliffs,

Hoping I wouldn't live

And can I hold on? Can I hold on to you?

And can we both die if the wind is passing through?

So just hold it in, breathe and just think of me

Don't fall back so carelessly

When everything is forced in place,

I'll find my own - you'll find your own own

And the worst part of it all,

Was I could not seem to fall

When I jumped straight off those cliffs

Hoping that I wouldn't live.

Ask

I ask for clarity

As the haze clouds the thoughts

I ask for rationality

As I'm blinded

I ask for sense

As life never makes it

I ask for the present

As the past can never define who you are

Silence

It's the silence that's wanted, needed

Itched to obtain and retain

Yet the silence is empty

Not filled with thoughts

Not filled with anything

It is just plain

Filling

Filling in life with musical notes

Expressing what is refusing to be said

Speaking for itself

Filling in life with distractions

Suppressing what is meant to be said

Hiding by itself

Filling in life with hate

Revealing what is meant to be said

Flaming by itself

Filling in life with overanalysis

Exaggerating what has entered the ears

Worrying by itself

Filling in life with contemplation

Thinking what is meant to be said

Analysing by itself

Filling in life with literature

Words of others defining what we are scared to say

Expressing itself

Filling in life with ....

The undefinable word, truly speaking the unspoken

Speaking for itself?

Infinity

Trapped inside the glass shell

Sitting and waiting within the abyss

Reflections of himself raced around him

Infinitely perpetuating

All eyes on him, the glass stares

The only way to stop the infinity

Is to close his eyes

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Cease infinitely

Writhe continuously

Words destructively

Sheer plasticity