T.R.T. L.ove
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The Bright Side
Through shattered windows and broken glass
Through drawn back curtains, unspoken pasts
Beneath the sills of dreams without
And underneath your selfish doubt
In spite of what your ghosts may say
Amid the fields where fantasy lay
Notwithstanding the negatives
Waiting for reveries to give
In place of where your nightmares hide
Where fears to put you down abide
It forces you to look away
Upon the place where silence gave
In coldest corners with backgrounds lit
Where all the darkest shadows sit
Above the morals that drift so low
Basking in the afterglow
Between the wind and unshed tears
Despite your deepest darkest fears
And through the reeds so well concealed
Is all the hope you wish was real
It lies in wait, untouched, the same
As ever been
Until today
The Girl in the Mirror
The girl in the mirror is not me
A reflection of the person I used to be
Her eyes are turned down
Her smile is wry
You can hear in her laughter
Emotions run dry
I know it’s not me
Because my eyes are bright
My grin fills onlookers with great shining light
I guess what it is, it shows who I am
Inside, not alright, what you see is a scam
The girl in the mirror, worse for wear or less
P.S. I never changed
I just got tired of being depressed
Elaborate Masquerade
Like a masquerade, wearing masks
Watching all the star eyed people dance
Faceless, nameless liars, cheats, and crooks
Giving ones who pass secret dirty looks
Accepting for what’s said, but never to become
Not doubting fabrications, ties that come undone
Unraveling at your fingertips, watch what you say
The deceitful life you live, elaborate masquerade
Nightmares
A nightmare is only your darkest reality
Who is to say that it’s only a dream?
Lost in conviction, give no attention
Throw it away to the reasons you scream
You can’t shake this feeling
A feeling that everything’s going to waste
You are treading fiction
Fighting emotions that can’t be erased
Light can be nothing without darkness
Darkness is knowing not what is to come
Your ignorant deftness
Is only in helping the coldness turn numb
Laying awake at night, stare to the sky
Blocked by the ceiling, your thoughts turning wry
Try to supress that melancholy smile
Drift into a direful escape for a while…
Letters to the Editor
Dear editor, I think you wrong
Your thoughts are too provocative!
With every word you’re pumping out
Is making all the people doubt
The status quo in which we live!
-Concerned
Oh, dear concerned, you’re wholly right
But can’t you see that that’s what’s wrong?
We don’t know what is best for us
So why can’t you just be gracious
This change is what they gravely long
-Editor
The Bright Side
Through shattered windows and broken glass
Through drawn back curtains, unspoken pasts
Beneath the sills of dreams without
And underneath your selfish doubt
In spite of what your ghosts may say
Amid the fields where fantasy lay
Notwithstanding the negatives
Waiting for reveries to give
In place of where your nightmares hide
Where fears to put you down abide
It forces you to look away
Upon the place where silence gave
In coldest corners with backgrounds lit
Where all the darkest shadows sit
Above the morals that drift so low
Basking in the afterglow
Between the wind and unshed tears
Despite your deepest darkest fears
And through the reeds so well concealed
Is all the hope you wish was real
It lies in wait, untouched, the same
As ever been
Until today
The Girl in the Mirror
The girl in the mirror is not me
A reflection of the person I used to be
Her eyes are turned down
Her smile is wry
You can hear in her laughter
Emotions run dry
I know it’s not me
Because my eyes are bright
My grin fills onlookers with great shining light
I guess what it is, it shows who I am
Inside, not alright, what you see is a scam
The girl in the mirror, worse for wear or less
P.S. I never changed
I just got tired of being depressed
Elaborate Masquerade
Like a masquerade, wearing masks
Watching all the star eyed people dance
Faceless, nameless liars, cheats, and crooks
Giving ones who pass secret dirty looks
Accepting for what’s said, but never to become
Not doubting fabrications, ties that come undone
Unraveling at your fingertips, watch what you say
The deceitful life you live, elaborate masquerade
Nightmares
A nightmare is only your darkest reality
Who is to say that it’s only a dream?
Lost in conviction, give no attention
Throw it away to the reasons you scream
You can’t shake this feeling
A feeling that everything’s going to waste
You are treading fiction
Fighting emotions that can’t be erased
Light can be nothing without darkness
Darkness is knowing not what is to come
Your ignorant deftness
Is only in helping the coldness turn numb
Laying awake at night, stare to the sky
Blocked by the ceiling, your thoughts turning wry
Try to supress that melancholy smile
Drift into a direful escape for a while…
Letters to the Editor
Dear editor, I think you wrong
Your thoughts are too provocative!
With every word you’re pumping out
Is making all the people doubt
The status quo in which we live!
-Concerned
Oh, dear concerned, you’re wholly right
But can’t you see that that’s what’s wrong?
We don’t know what is best for us
So why can’t you just be gracious
This change is what they gravely long
-Editor