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Our Great Depression Is Our Lives. [Oct. 15th, 2006|12:31 am]
[Current Location |in my dark living room.]
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OKAY so heres the deal, I watched a move aka fightclub...and everytime I watch a movie my mind goes into some weird state of mind...and just kind of blanks out..As it did with fightclub, and when my mind blanks out I write....poems. Because thats what I do, so heres a poem that I wrote.

"One Day, Maybe Tomorrow"

We wake up and realize we've all been living one big lie

Though we don't worry about the reasons why

We look further upon how to increase this lie, and make it more believable

To lie to our loved ones, and fellow friends

To make them believe this lie until the very end

Until the very last minute, when you have your very last breath of air

Then once you finally reveal your true self no one bothers to care

That's because our lives are composed and thought out to be exact

We go on with our lives, living through the books and the facts

We don't bother to take in what are emotions advise us to take in

We worry about our actions, words, movements and sins.

Though no one takes time to wonder why,

Why is the grass green, why is the sky blue…just wonder why?

Why is it that we waste so much time leading fictitious lives in this world of lies?

Why is it that we cant understand those very same feelings that we feel so strongly about?

Why cant we be honest without feeling sympathetic towards ourselves?

Why must we feel badly when telling others our very same feelings?

Why must we use the most inconvienet ways possible to convey our emotions?

Why must me lie through hate and contradict it through devotion?

….Why are we so fake to this world that is so real?

One day none of us will be able to converse, or express ourselves

Now think about that… how does it feel?