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Sometimes...Sometimes... I miss you terribly Sometimes... I wanna kill youSometimes...
Other times I know, You're a wasted life Other times I know, You're a wasted heart
Someday you'll see, You're a disease Someday you'll see,
You're a soulless shell
One day... I'll be free of your virus One day... I'll watch you fall
Sometimes... I imagine your demise Other times I know,
You'll never really go away
Someday you'll see,
Exactly what you've done One day... I'll look down on your broken shell &nb


Perceptive SecretsA new day Gives rise To new hope To new opportunityPerceptive Secrets
Around every new corner Lies new secrets to discover Secrets of triumph and defeat Secrets of love and of loss
Every new found secret Open to timeless interpretation Shifting with individual perception Morphing a singular reality
Each new day, perceptions flux Changing the individual mind Subtly shifting the subjective reality Clearing new paths, rife with new secrects


Two HeartsIt's fragile beyond compare Always beating in your bossom Always looking to answer, "why?" Always bleeding, melancholy concreteTwo Hearts
They're tattered and stitched Always beating out of time Always searching to call someone their own Always bleeding, self destructive grief
Two hearts travelling two paths Once were intertwined Now they wander seperate The strong winds of change


Lost BoyTake a walk You may just see A lost boy strolling Perhaps, a vagrant wanderingLost Boy
Blue eyes Lost in the clouds Seeing everything And nothing at all
An imaginitive mind Lost in fantasy's grip Molding reality's cold kiss For a warmer design
He's a boy Looking for his soul He's a vagrant Looking for a place...
To call his own
Calamari

Now I amSee me now and how the smile plastered Criss cross, indefinate across my face Is bleeding softly to be no bother And no worry to the one's she left.Now I am
Displaced by dusted waves echoed through time; Blackest of internal juice long since sublimed. And yet I wet my lips to let my true intentions show The sickly supposition that's she's missing nowt at all. Because she wronged and cast you aside to the slowly sinking sands. Consumed and absorbed into the waters of all man. Ebon of internal and the carmine of the whole; The bloodied sand sinks further in completion of her goal.


I Met Madness OnceI Met Madness OnceI Met Madness Once
I met madness once Shook its hand Stayed a while in its darkened land Took a room As cold as ice Thought it would become my tomb But,
It was just a vacation Just a brief stay I got out Likely, just in time that day
©M.Botelho 2009


Pen to PaperAnyone who ever Put pen to paper Understands the power Of the blank page.Pen to Paper
Words, of course, Are powerful In their own right. But nothing can beat A pale, empty sheet In it's ability to bring The best or worst Out of a person.
Even as I use my Pen on this paper I can't possibly know Where it will lead.
I do, of course, Have ideas And write them down Accordingly. But that doesn't mean These ideas are complete- They can be as fragmented As I wish.
I could end here And re
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Keep moving forward, there are better things ahead.
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They tell me i'm crazy
They tell me i'm insane
....This is what I say to them
I love every bloody minute of it
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it's not what it looks like!
what ELSE could it be?!
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They tell me i'm crazy
They tell me i'm insane
....This is what I say to them
I love every bloody minute of it
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They tell me i'm crazy
They tell me i'm insane
....This is what I say to them
I love every bloody minute of it
i wish mine could measure up hahaa
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I'm not a monster, but I wouldn't like to disappoint you.
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They tell me i'm crazy
They tell me i'm insane
....This is what I say to them
I love every bloody minute of it
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