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Matthew P. Horton
- Niagara Falls N...
- Last Record: 2012-11-12 16:36:49 -1000
- Joined: May 15, 2010
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Thoughtless Submersion:
Spurning and sinking, deeper into the mind of one’s own, Tallying the times we couldn’t find a way to breach the hold, To break away would be a great escape from reality, To soar and score on our own self esteem, sanity, and humanity, The world has no boundary for the thoughts sifted by open minds, Ideas thrashing and gashing through the barriers formed by this world, Where due to reality one’s thoughts flee to the questions, pondering, What now, what comes next, what is the next step I take and even so… If I take the next step, am I going in the right direction? Still how will I know if this step marks the end of one thing? Or will it initiate the start of something completely new and undetected Like ripples we influence many things with one simple action, But we will never really know the effects the world has upon us, Or even the true effects we have upon the world, but always remember, Your mind is your own, and your dreams help lead the way, Because when life leaves you in the dark, a dream is that little spark, To set your fire ablaze, and lead you to better days. |
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Cutting the ties
And the weave of lies Through the chains that bind Weighing down with time. Got to firmly grasp That which doesn’t last Got to break the hold |
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Poetics:
short and simply sweet. like a pull of a trigger. straight and to the point... need not any more words. for those alone were the single bullet headed str... |
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Sweet Dreams Dream the Dreaming Dreamers
Sweet Dreams, Dream the Dreaming Dreamers Oh the Dreams, That Dreaming Dreamers Dream…. Swiftly throughout the silent ... |
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It does not matter where i came from.
It does not matter where i have been. It does not matter where I am. All that matters is Heart Heart is made of what you feel He... |
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Out within the shadows of the deepest darkest night
A chill shot up my spine and i knew something was not right The hunter in me restless, i could taste it in the air I knew, and wit... |
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