A Dark Mind

[tectak]

I seldom write when not depressed, a hopeless muse but I digress. When hopes once held fall to the ground, comes time my skill with words is found.Sure not am I that true this is

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Mania today, darkness in a while
Alabaster days, dressing shoes in style
The grass is never green, the other side is brownBeware the cliche. It infects
Sleep and wake for routines sake
Turn smiles into frownsPunctuate...it is therapeutic. Do not capitalise evey line. You must have seen it somewhere. Oh yes. 1892.

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This chaos runs amok in droves
Choices you made, no longer chose
A river runs, and life streams by
To live a life, till death to dieFrankly, your muse is depressed. Forced rhymes and yet more cliches. Don't worry too much about rhyming if you find it difficult.
It is better to not rhyme at all,
but if you must life is a ball................Yikes. It is just so easy when you do not work at it.

A little boy, a little girl
Run up a hill, and to a stream
To fill their cups with the stuff of dreams
The chaos sifts through torrent streams
A mind of lies and broken dreamsNo. Better to leave this rhyming thing alone. If stream, dream, streams, dreams is the best you can come up with, no wonder you get depressed

So tumble now,
Unrestrained laughter
Down the hill, Jill tumbling after
Fret not today, tomorrow's next
Chaos and dreams
And hedged bets

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Let's leave this world of miserable grey and
Enter a world of hopes and dreams
Where life is fun and every day
Breathes life into this dull routine

There's some for you and some for me
Where we can be what we will be
Kay sera and c'est la vie to Que sera
Live inside my world of dreams

We'll live and dance the night away and
Laugh for all is well and good
The world is now just how it should,
If only it remained for good

Run away with me inside my head,
Away from painful life of dread.
Take my hand though we've just met,
And leave this life with no regrets.
To live inside my world of dreams,
Is harder than it is to dream,
but easy when you're dead.

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A flower seeds a desolate patch
Surrounded by oaks that touch the sky
A single ray peaks through the thatch
The flower blooms like it always knew
That life was more than a barren patch
In the shade of something great
Yet unreachable

Night comes and takes the shining rays
It’s true that nothing gold can stay
The right seldom outweighs the wrong
For surely soon, the light is gone
The flower retreats into the throng
Of thorns and bristles it did create
To shield itself from hazy haze
To leave the blight in hopes that soon
That moonlit moon can sooth the wounds
A familiar place, this place can be
A shaded patch underneath a tree etc, See end.

Hi, shorten this and get as much as you can out of as little as you can. The whole thing is cantilevered out way past its base...it is about to collapse. Please, read your work OUT LOUD and then tell yourself the truth.
More later. Busy being cheerful.
Best,
tectak