come beauty...rise forth...
clutching onto an infinite space
where i empty my burdened thoughts
held back by helpless hands
no key could unlock
the mass of absent doors
kept covered by this heart
come beauty...
please could you try to reach
the place that captures me
entrapping me to solitude
that not one could comprehend
rise forth...
being leashed to this siltent master
underneath my masked disguise
prevents one from knowing
what is really felt inside
how much is bled through these palms
come forth...
swimming through this endless pain
alone with a search for understanding
in a rush of accepting waves
waiting for one to break the chains
held down by walls of fear
release who i used to know...
come beauty, though not in vain
rise forth, let me be known
peel me from where i remain
in skin tortured and worn
assist and pay the toll
that provides shadowed light
unveil this shattered soul
to hush the silent cries













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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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if i dont let myself be happy now...then when?
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
dido
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if i dont let myself be happy now...then when?
that's really beautiful work sweet...totally speaks to me, especially today. Excellent work. Kudos.
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When one has dealings with scholars and artists it is easy to miscalculate in opposite directions: behind a remarkable artist one not infrequently finds a mediocre man, and behind a mediocre artist often a very remarkable man.
i likes it
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"Art does not depict exactly what the artist sees, but it is a picture of the psyche of the artist as he perceives the world around him." -Tim Hinck
It makes me smile at the end.
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You only get to see bits and pieces of me
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Where is the night that shelters the darkness within my soul?
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