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I am tied to the train track
I cannot move
I hear the train approaching
I realise the train driver is you
tied to the train track
Some people throw treasure in the trash
It's easy to do that when you don't know what you have
You were a treasure yet I threw you in the trash
yes, i know i took you for granted
i took a trip to heaven once
just to see the view
i got ****** into the tragic lie of decency
now im on a church team
trying to claw my way out of this hell
i got ****** into the tragic lie of decency
Lately I've been wandering the streets

Catching glimpses of a place that I used to belong to

Lately I've been taking mental pictures

Storing them in files that no one else can access

Lately I've spent more time on my own

Discovering the true meaning of lonely

Now I'm standing in the middle of your street

Asking if you still know how to love me
lately i've been wandering the streets
You asked me for the truth
So I told you the truth
Babe, it aint my fault
That you don't like what I told you

You asked me for the truth
So I told you the truth
Babe, you should know that honesty
Is the only thing I can do
it's not my fault that the truth hurts you
Love is a bitter thing when you don't have it
Truth is an ugly thing when all you know are pretty lies
Love is a bitter thing when it passes you by
the truth about love
Truth has a tendency to be mistaken
Love is both as invisible and valuable as oxygen
Peace just happens to be friends with both of them
the friendship between Truth, Love and Peace
Looming over me menacingly
Vividly vicious
The truth
In it's painful honesty
Plain to see
Evidently
The truth of a looming prophecy
the truth was so menacing
I lie to myself on a daily basis
It saves me from what I call Truth Psychosis
The brutality of reality
Robs me of my sanity
So I lie to myself to keep me somewhat balanced
why i lie to myself
the light at the end of the tunnel
turned out to be the light
of a brand new dawn
blinding me,
i could not see
what was leading me
to this new beginning
light at the end of the tunnel
Guess who I saw today?
Myself.
In you.

I wonder if today you saw
Yourself.
In me.
our reflections are twins
h
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it's a place that i have come to know
it's a place that i hope to go
h
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where i have been and where i so hope to go
Her *******, voluptuous and heavy
His breathing, shallow and fast
Their bodies entangled in a mess of lost limbs
Two lovers keeping themselves warm through the winter

His arms, tattooed and tough
Her neck, ringed with bruises from a former abuser
A night of frenzied madness somehow construed as passion
An escape from a life of mundane expectations

Her voice, soft and melodious
His touch, gentle yet commanding
Their short term union causing long term confusion
Two lovers present in the magic of the moment
two lovers escaping
She remembers a man
Sordid and strong
Self righteous
Vicious
Contentious
Wickedly wrong

She remembers a man
Strong yet insecure
Vulnerably pure
Self deprecating
Thought provoking
Full of so much fear

She remembers two men
One angel
One demon
Caught in the insanity
Of two men that were the same
two men that were the same
My soul is tired but you can't see it
Cause I mask that **** with a chesire cat grin
So you think I'm on fire
When I'm actually sinking

Your soul is wide awake and I can see it
I can see you shining from a mile away
It's in the way you dance to music that no one else can hear
It's in the way you seize the moment before it disappears
Or the way you embrace monumental change

My soul is tired but you're keeping it awake
my soul is tired but you're keeping me awake
typ
typ
typical
to leave at the critical
moment

frozen in absolute
hate
a fate you can only create
from abandonment
now it is too late

typ
typ
typical
to leave at the critical
moment
to leave
Turn the light off for I cannot bare to watch this scene
I never knew that romance could end up so **** ugly
the scene of romance turned ugly
How can I change for you?
I won't even change for me
I don't change for anyone
I'm unchanging
i'm unchanging
Let me tell you a story
Of a poet who forget her words
To tell you that this was debilitating
Would
Be
An
Absolute

U
N
D
E
R
S
T
A
T
E
M
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N
T
the poet who lost her words
Today I decide to believe
I believe in my undying beauty
Today I choose to be self encouraging
This epic beauty is undying
I am a source of epic undying beauty
I swallowed your deceit
I spat it straight out
Some things are too ugly to be digested

I looked at the regurgitation
Stunned at the magnificence
Of what lay before me

A scarlet rose flourished in the sun
Nothing like how it had begun

What had been deceit
Was now beautiful truth
My vessel of integrity
Turned your lies into purity

I left it there, on display
Solid proof that things can change
the garden of truth grows the most beautiful flowers
if this doesn't last then that's ok
not everything is meant to last
not everything is forever
if you never read these words then that's ok
they will still be a reminder of a beautiful moment in space and time
if you decide to leave
if I get too intense or you lose this feeling
if this doesn't last and this just comes to pass
i promise that is more than ok
a reminder of a beautiful moment in space and time
The universe is crazy and I am in love with her
She has the kind of beauty that comes in with the rain

I cannot comprehend death
I cannot comprehend ending
Maybe because we never really end at all

People are so crazy
We just don't make sense
We lie and cheat and steal and ******
Yet we still have this mysterious innocence

I don't even know if things like "good" and "bad" exist
I do know that most of us are trying our best

The universe is crazy and I am in in love with her
She has the kind of beauty that is truly insane
mother nature in all her beauty
I know that you'll find someone eventually
I know that it will make this broken heart bleed
I know that you will love her forever
Instead of for just one night
I know you will not leave her unrequited

I know you'll find someone eventually
I'll pretend I'm happy for you
I'll never reveal the reality
I'll hug her, smile and pretend to be her friend
I'll hide my emotions so I don't lose you completely

I know that you'll find someone eventually
She'll be everything I'm not and more
She will give you her heart and you will give her yours
She'll be everything that you've been looking for

I know that you will someone eventually
I know that someone will never be me
i know that someone will never be me
She did not have the stomach to digest
Something so artfully obvious
Something so hideously obnoxious
So she did what she did best
She forced someone else to swallow it
she did what she did best
i do not need this
game of charades
it got too fake
it got too hard
i don't need this
version of events
to pose as reality
when it's only pretence
it's only pretence
truth hunted me down
knocked on my door
forced me to look
at what i had ignored
truth handed me a mirror
i saw my real self
i was a monster
the truth visited me in hell
the truth visited me in hell
Where are you going?
Where will you be?
I need to know the places to avoid
I need some distance to fill this void
wherever you are
i will not be
War
War
I won the war
You asked if I was proud
I could never feel pride
For having to fight
In the first place
I won the war
I'm left with the thought
What were we even fighting for?
futility of war
It was snowing in the frost of my heart
Your smile melted the icy shards
Warming me with your intrinsic laugh
Just like that,
I was brand new
Amazing what a smile can do
you melted my icy heart
his identity was shown
in the way that
he
hung there
for the world
to see
a mistake
forever repeating
a story without an ending
never comprehending
his true identity
a mistake
forever repeating
You are so weak
Weaker than ****
Fortunately I am strong enough for us both
i am strong enough for us both
what is it about,
west australian poets?
who hide in journals
where the paper smells,
personal
organic
safe.

what is it about,
women with poor eye sight?
who wear leggings
-instead of-
dresses
who can't help making messes
and sleep until three
because she needs more time to dream

what is about,
women like me?
what is it about west australian poets?
he was in love with a concept
because concepts dont talk back
concepts don't hate
concepts don't attack
he was in love with a concept
until his concept came to life
only to realise
the concept was his wife
he was in love with a concept
what happens when we die?
i don't think i really want to know the answer

what happens when we fail to live?
i have always known that answer
dying and failing to live... are they the same?
Things like love don't matter
What matters is time

Sacrifice a lover for the chance to relive another
Moment of you life

Things like love don't matter
What matters is time
what matters is time
he says he doesn't hate her
while kicking her in the ribs
sometimes words are just words
and actions are everything
he says he doesn't want her dead
while handing her the blade
sometimes actions will tell you
what words cannot say
sometimes words are just words
i get frustrated
when people call me,
rebecca.

beckie,
is my preference
every body knows this.

but when you call me,
rebecca
i like it

there is a deeper connection,
when you use that
name.

i hate,
being called
rebecca.

but lately,
when you say it
i find myself
smiling.
when you call me,
rebecca
i like it.
i used to be scared of the dark
like some are scared of horror shows
until i came to know
the shadows
are where the beautiful things grow
where the beautiful things grow
do not meet me
in the middle
for i will be
all the way over
on the far right side
you will never meet me
in the middle
when the middle
is not where i reside
in the middle
you will never respect me
you do not know how to
i threw respect out the window
along with my dignity
along with my decency
the night that i left my prince charming
to spend a night
being the ***** in the wolf's den
you will never respect me
so i cannot respect you
you were never more than a monumental mistake
you were never my friend
you were never my friend
Why can't I forget you?
I hate this foolishness
Self Respect has flown away
Dignity can't look at me
Vulnerability appears to have gotten out of hand
I can't understand why
I can't forget you
vulnerability appears to have gotten out of hand
He looks me up and down
The way only men know how
He says,

"Tell me again
My **** Possession
Why do we still need Feminism?"

I look him in the face
The classy way that I was raised
I say,

"The mere fact that you asked me this
Is the reason Feminism exists"

He turns and walks away
In the direction that he came

I am reminded yet again
Of our desperate need for change
he looks me up and down
She is dressed in black with eyes so sad
The funeral procession is marching

She has so many regrets but she cannot go back
The finality is startling

The coffin is laden with poetry and roses
Symbolising romantic connection

She will remember this after he decomposes
This morbidly touching expression

They didn't want to say goodbye
Death didn't give them a choice
She remembers on the day he died
His soft and gentle voice
Do not fret and do not cry
I've loved you and thats enough
It is time to say goodbye
Life was good for I had your love

She is dressed in blue in high heeled shoes
On her first date in three years

His eyes, a brown hue gives her a sense of de ja vu
The reason for this is not quite clear

She feels a trace of shame everytime she says his name
While her wedding ring still sits on her dresser

Yet she can hear her husband's words within a memory preserved
That he'll support her on her every endeavour

She didn't want to move on
He didn't give her a choice
She remembers on the day he died
His soft and gentle voice
Remember to continue smiling
Remember to love again
Long after I leave this life
We will still be friends

She is dressed in white on a warm day in July
The brown eyed man is telling her his vows

It is at this time that she comes to realise
Why his eyes are so familar somehow

They are the exact same shade that got her carried away
By a different man so many years ago

As the groom kisses the bride any remaining grief subsides
Pure joy replacing the dark sorrow

They didn't want to say goodbye
Death didn't give her a choice
She remembers on the day he died
His soft and gentle voice
One day all your grief will end
One day your broken heart will mend
It is time to say goodbye
Until we meet again
until we meet again
I don't want to win
I want to live
In a world where winning doesn't matter

What is this competition
That I did not sign up for?

I don't want to win
I want to live
In a world where winning doesn't matter
this world has become a competition
her hair was covering
the most flawless parts of her face
her beautiful mouth
was shouting the most ugliest words
the stares from the spectators were devastatingly blank
vapid, like only strangers posses
her body was twisted and contorted
her voice was raw and distorted
blame was being thrown as naturally unproductive
as the most troublesome delinquent
all the while ignoring the human
inside the woman on the pavement
her hair was covering
the most flawless parts of her face
in the morning she will not remember this mistake
all she will have is the labels and little bruises of shame
she will see the beautiful parts of herself
and have nobody to share them with
she will realise her only freedom is inside silence
she will close her mouth and fade away
the conclusion of a woman gone insane
her hair was covering the most flawless parts of her face
i live in a world where self acceptance is a social crime
where honesty is a joke
i live in a world of blank stares and self gratification
i can be a hundred different personalities and no one will bat an eyelid
no one will even notice
i live in a world where no where is safe
where asking for safety is a sin
i live in a world where no mistake can be erased or forgotten
for everyone has an online record
dictating if and when i can move on
i live in a world where suicide becomes a necessity
or a fun thing to do
or a distraction
i live in a world that is utterly *******
the world i live in
mistakes you never
learn from
lessons,
a concept worth messing with
conversing with a *****
got the better of me
started thinking,
growth is the same
as leprosy
could a lesson in empathy
come for free?
could i be forever
mistaken?
mistaking a lesson with irony
iron out the wrinkles
then get back to me
then get back to me
he does not want to die
that way
but give someone
a gun
instead of a choice
give someone
a blade
instead of some hope
give someone humiliation
instead of friendship
and know you wanted hatred
know you wanted death
before death was your friend
at all
the final ending to an open ending
your call
leaving instructions to **** oneself, after a humiliating prank
I never asked to be your victim
You made me into one
Without asking for my permission

I never asked to be the subject
Of this endless torment
Of this ceaseless disrespect

I never asked but here I am
******* in your rancid *******
Following your putrid commands

I never asked to be your victim
You forced me into one
I promise myself that I will find a way out
diary of a victim

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