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Seth Milliman May 2016
So why do you say it with such a disdained voice?
Is it not beggars choice that reveals thee?
Do you aim to hurt in return?
Not knowing another way to be kind,
Why do one thing and say another?
Are your promises nothing more than dust in the wind?
Your claim to some enlightened state,
While the reality of you exists oppositely.
You cannot fathom the consequences of the projection you put on and take off,
Alls well that may end well,
But with your choices will you?
Seth Milliman May 2016
That possessive soul that stares into you,
Knows what hides deep beneath your skin.
As you say only the devil knows,
What sink you've been sinking in.
The skies the limit,
Nothing now can stop you.
Only until the end will you not notice,
That your just another clown.
Seth Milliman Apr 2016
Is the system just?
Is it fair to the end?
Or do those with more innocent looks win?
Unjust rampages spur on till justice presides,
Long winded breaks.
So the guilty may hide,
The fight back and forth.
Won with bills and laws,
It's still so unclear to see those hidden claws.
But in the end a winner appears,
Leaving one to ask.
"Was a winner ever truly here"?
Seth Milliman Apr 2016
"You have to deal with it," he says,
"That's part of living on".
"Where things go,"
"This you know".
"We must be getting on,"
"You can erase and try to hide".
"But no matter what she lives on in your mind,"
"Once a door is opened it can be difficult to close".
"Especially those of us who are alike in kind,"
As I squinted and squared away.
The other self was right in this to say,
The heart once revealed cannot be returned on command.
It is given at high risk with just reward,
"So erasing and disappearing solves nothing now", he replied.
"With only your words left,"
"Would you rather feel more empty inside"?
"The emotional stability provided can soothe the soul,"
"But even love can sometimes be a fools game with loss of control".
"So now while you wait and see where the line goes,"
"Live and write for tomorrow".
"The future untold".
Seth Milliman Apr 2016
I see a face I remember well,
It would cast glances upon me.
And cast me under its spell,
But now it's up and gone.
So it's time to move on,
Like fire that's died long into the night.
Time to find a new light,
I gave to the ungivable.
Loved the hard to love,
But now I learn.
Time to grow,
Hard to give up what one once perceived.
But life just moves on whether or not you agree.
I may or not fall and gain what I wish so much for,
Yet right now the fool in me must agree.
Goodbye to those who'd rather be forgotten or not,
You were already gone before you were free.
Seth Milliman Apr 2016
There it is,
The silence of my suffering revealed.
I gave and this is what's left to deal,
What now do I do?
My heart buried beneath the tower I built up,
There's holes everywhere in myself.
I gave and then sometimes stayed away,
But I was always near.
I guess I now know what I truly mean to you,
No more a person.
But a shadow on the wall,
Did I waste your time the days I spent with you?
Was I no more than an annoyance?
What I am now is what it feels like,
Pointless, apathetic, and dumbfounded.
I know you warned me,
And I proceeded onward past then.
Now it just hurts,
You've silenced yourself to me.
Ignore me like I was nothing to you,
Every day of your silence just hurts more.
If this is payback or a lesson,
You've won.
I'd rather be told I'm worth nothing,
And it all meant nothing.
Than hear nothing from you,
That silence kills me.
Especially of how much my heart I gave to you,
So will you continue your silence and keep ignoring me?
Or will you say something,
Anything.
Even if it's just to say goodbye,
Because no amount of tears can erase you.
And in the end of all things,
I just sit here and cry.
Seth Milliman Apr 2016
They grow up and go away,
Thought they'd be here.
But they never stay,
This lonely fool believed.
This lonely fool believed,
But I should have known better.
Better than conceived,
I hoped where I should've held.
Because people have their things to do,
Where in as I grow stale.
To disappear would be a breeze,
Where I'd rather sleep.
Doing as I please.
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