eireann

Er..
uh...
something to put here.

oh yes, I remember when I used to write poetry! oh, I still have been!
book is being formatted but is basically done. I have P!ATD and Fallout Boy like titles for each one.
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Stop At That Gas Station and Ask For Directions Back To Sanity

in this dark forest I
seem to have misplaced the sanity that makes me
well, me.
I'll wander like I'm lost and cry with this intense suffering I have never known
but feel all too well.
today begins the countdown
today begins the goodbyes
tomorrow begins yesterday's sorrow's battle cry
the darkness closes in around me; farewell to sunlight
farewell to sunshine
and I'll never know anything but morning
deep within a sick sorrow mourning
sitting beneath this quiet willow tree
praying for hope
and hoping for peace.
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Youre Not A Liar, Just Honesty-Challenged

And when we lived
you say you slowly died and sank your all into me...

and now we are standing at this brink and
you want only to be free.

Darling, this emancipation is my own.

Freedom- freedom from late night pizza and your favorite tv shows?

freedom from laughter and love poems?

no, my love, this freedom is my own.

So sick I dance so sick I fall
I never understood who I thought you were at all
and no sick promises of forever will ever taint my eyes
and my soul will rise
above this pain in six short days I will be my own again-

no, darling, this emancipation is my own.

freedom from late night phone calls drunk epiphanies of yours old motel rooms roaming ever so far from my home-

no darling, this freedom is mine and mine alone.

this betrayal is far more than you betraying me
it has been years of betraying my soul- 

sweet release such a waste of time such a loss of life
and now my tears may come but the well has already been dry-
this freedom is undesired, but it is mine.

Freedom from lies and lives not mine.
Freedom from your dreams instead of mine.
Freedom from your inability to look me in the eyes-

you may think this is your freedom

you were my prison and now my absence will make you your own prison-
this dismissal- this freedom- this emancipation- this great divorce-
is my own.
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So... when I finally get motivated to sit in front of the computer and insert line breaks into everything and left justify with 2 inch margins, er...
I'll post it up on Lulu
and those of you who give a shit can buy it.