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Sydney Marie Oct 2014
Some of us think its a bad day that will get us good,
that it will either send us to heaven or hell.

Seeing the pain that others go through when they have someone close to them lose it for good.

It makes people like us say “We can't cause that harm to the people WE love.”

It really doesn't make a difference because when it happens it happens.

That's your time, you weren't suppose to make it out alive, these birds eye views of other lives that have been affected by another.

It should make a difference but it doesn't.
Sydney Marie Sep 2014
It's a Sphere we live in. This circle of us, created by us, lived by us. Within the never ending shape we rage wars and make love, hold rally's and hands, we run, we cry, we fall, we learn. We evolve. What will become, 20, 30, 300 years from now? This Sphere we live in was meant to be flat.
Sydney Marie Sep 2014
There's a world of dust floating just beyond where your sense of sound can't reach. The old, the new. The old, the young. They share our world with us, they live among us, yet no one has yet to discover the voices that tremble and shake because a loved one is gone.
Sydney Marie Sep 2014
Every muscle frozen and stiff,
I can't.
Getting up and turning over,
I can't.

I don't know how much more of this sickness can take over,
I can't.
Getting up and turning over,
I can't.

Work is impossible.
Life is impossible.
I am impossible.

This sickness is winning,
I can't.
This sickness is winning,
*I can't win.
Sydney Marie Sep 2014
Memories are all some people have left of other people.

Memories of good times spent together making smiles, friends, acquaintances and enemies along the way. Memories only exist when the past becomes so distant that you only remember the sounds and smells and feelings that came along with it.

Those 'Remember When's' when you're with someone.
Those 'Remember That's'  when you're not with someone.

**But just remember,
if you go,
shes coming with you.
Sydney Marie Sep 2014
Towers as high as I am when my fingers touch yours. The rush of people and mumbles of complete strangers talking to one another like rain talks to cement. The new eyes locking on mine, smiles with glowing teeth hiding behind pale skin.
The lights, the cars, the noises, the new surroundings.
It makes me think,

why didn't I leave home sooner?
Sydney Marie Sep 2014
An induced trigger by what is thought to be proper,
healthier then the other options.
Wide eyes and wandering thoughts,
distracting everything from anything.
The taste and the rush.
Followed by the numbness and silence.
That beautiful noise that only happens,
when the dependent comes into play with
a precious mind
a heavy soul
a broken heart.
I wrote this while experiencing *** for the first time.
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