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Trust No One By Hana Doss AKA REACH

September 23, 2013
Musical Fantasy
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Trust No One-

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Trust No One

Verse 1:

The more that I live the more i have given the more that i see no one really gives like me the more friends i get the more friends i loose the more that i give the more that i get used

Chorus:

If you don’t ever wanna get hurt if you don’t ever wanna be let down if you don’t ever wanna feel stupid trust no one, trust no one

Verse 2:

You may surround yourself with people who are good but people never stay good like they should they might be the one your loving they might be your favorite cousin they might be your best friend and say they’ll be there to the end but the more that i live the more that i know the more that i see the more that it shows

Chorus:

If you don’t ever wanna get hurt if you don’t ever wanna fall in love if you don’t ever wanna live fully trust no one, trust no one

Verse 3:

The more that i live the more that i cry the more that i know everybody lies the more they let me down the more i wish i didn’t keep them around

Chorus:

cuz I’m really getting tired of getting hurt and i really don’t like to be let down but you don’t really wanna be like me i trust no one, trust no one I trust no one, I trust no one

Bridge:

Im not telling you to hold back in fact you should give everything your all I’m just warning you to watch your back cuz people would love to see you fall

Verse 4:

if all your friends have turned all shady and mistrust has got you crazy know theres one above who holds all the love and he trusts you to pull through when there is no one left to trust trust yourself be your own help trust no one trust no one cuz people they’re only human its simple trust no one, trust no one

A Poet makes hi…

September 17, 2013
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A Poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great invalid, the great accursed– and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable.

An excerpt from a letter to Paul Demeny written by Arthur Rimbaud

The Friend I’ll Never Get Back

August 30, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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It’s been so long since I’ve talked to her

The “old” her

Before my mind over-emphasized her grandeur

Before my self-destructive tendencies

Broke my heart in two cities

Half fled, with her, half stayed behind

Reluctant to commit at any point in time

Itself to the trials of deferring love or lust

for a tender heart, swept north in a gust

a primordial wind whose current lay ancient

with whispers of the Renaissance and darkest of ages,

with conflicting wisdom, not to be believed,

by anyone, but the naive: Me.

 Then life became a bore without her,

without her in my hopeless arms.

I pressured and I endured

With fables of love, and the way “I LOVED HER!”

All simply a veil, over childhood insecurities

As if she were the light, and I, frightened by night

Feared the dusk when she leaves.

It comes with experience

July 12, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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There’s a place in my head and it dreads to be fed, lies.
It’s void of compassion, hatrid, disgust; simply a void.
Where thought cannot exist
without a will to think for one’s self.
There is a place in my head,
and I’d be better off dead,
than with it’s interminable tread
Grinding around my homestead.

One-Sided Divorce

June 26, 2013
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She’s takin’ the world, the world out of your hands.

She’s takin’ your soul, upon other demands.

She’s takin’ the dog, cause she ain’t got a heart

She’s takin’ your cd’s, and the only decent wall art.

She’s takin half of your shit, and still got the house

She’s takin’ the bbq pit, and the decorative Christmas elves.

She’s takin’ the pickup, ain’t leavin’ nothin’ for you

She just left with the kids, might as well down a brew

Or two, and piss on the Justice’s shoes.

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June 12, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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She might say she’s “sorry Charlie.

can’t we be friends, my darling?

What we have, it’s too good to

Ruin with

Overzealous fawning”

That’s right, so

kick up a frown

’cause she aint lettin’ you down,

easy.

Surrender

June 6, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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I can’t understand why

I keep chasin’ your tail

but if I keep running

will I catch up soon?

if I say that it’s “love”

will it heal the wound?

I don’t know why

you need a friend,

In me.

When you just pick me up like a pen,

With intent to make amends…

 

…Though, It’s all for naught

you just call upon me when you’re

back in town, back

when its my time to come off the rack.

‘Cause when you’re gone

my dreams leave with you.

just blank nights waking up without you.

you say you wish more were like me.

Yet you look in every direction but mine

I’m ready to surrender myself to your glow

just say the word then say no more

because ill surrender, ill surrender to you.

Wishing Well

June 3, 2013
Poetry
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Nothing’s changed.
I’m still alien to the term “love”
It travels on another time line
Parallel to my own
Never to intersect or intertwine
Forever my bitter heart remains alone

Eternity awaits this lonely lover
Filled to the brim with guilt
Void of compassion
The will to love
Is no longer an oft-thought emotion.

I’m tumbling down a wishing well
A mason’s fairytale creation.
I’m tumbling down a wishing well
My past fortune’s glimmer, gracing
My eyes with a glimpse at a life
My soul just wasn’t made for.

Yeah I’m tumbling down a wishing well,
End over end
I’ve thrown my life down a wishing well
And not a damn thing’s changed.

Broken

April 18, 2013
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Darling, when you lose that grin, I turn away in tears.

‘Cause I know the melancholy song that follows,

and each tune’s never easy to hear.

She sings out of key, lips tremble with a chill;

eyes like a furnace, she’s goin’ in for the kill.

No I couldn’t leave her side this time.

Even though she never asked for this rhyme.

’cause no one knows the woman inside; no.

They never bothered to break through the pain in her

azure eyes.

Waving away a broken Angel, never wondering what’s stowed inside,

why she weeps through nights, why her smile only shines,

with a gentle hand at her side.

Rough Landing

April 15, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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In the end I’ll open with

an empty harmony,

a soul-less riff

to show how much

or rather how little

I care for your

enchanted riddles that

keep me up

’till the break of

dawn…

…just another of your

helpless

pawns

fore light cannot shine

on curtains drawn.

Though you,

Strive in the darkness

You live to feed on,

the weak-willed

the “cheap-to-thrill”

with a knockout punch

and legs straddled cowgirl

you’ll roll the lifeless body

down a rocky hill

*splash*

another victim of a siren’s will.