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August 22, 2010
What was once in slow motion
Expedient, and demanding
The captain cries out, enraged, impatient
Skin crimson and burning
Veiny, unable to reach compromise
Panic leaves me in a frenzy
Scrambling and fumbling
lost in a maze, the pace quickens
Falling over myself, drunk with fear
Delivering a blow to my intestines
Hunched over, i walk into hells embrace
Their eyes in concentration, in unison
Fear that leaves me paralyzed, head to toe
Temporary blindness, i fall in place
The battle is lost, before the first bullet
Sitting in its chamber, cold and unused
The silence eerie, deadly only to me
Slumped over, stuck in my position
The chatter garbled, incoherent
An assumed enemy, they surround me in my thoughts
This struggle for companions, lingers on
What was once in slow motion
Expedient, and demanding
The captain cries out, enraged, impatient
Skin crimson and burning
Veiny, unable to reach compromise
Panic leaves me in a frenzy
Scrambling and fumbling
lost in a maze, the pace quickens
Falling over myself, drunk with fear
Delivering a blow to my intestines
Hunched over, i walk into hells embrace
Their eyes in concentration, in unison
Fear that leaves me paralyzed, head to toe
Temporary blindness, i fall in place
The battle is lost, before the first bullet
Sitting in its chamber, cold and unused
The silence eerie, deadly only to me
Slumped over, stuck in my position
The chatter garbled, incoherent
An assumed enemy, they surround me in my thoughts
This struggle for companions, lingers on
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My first day back at school was real nightmare! I got into and argument with my father and once i got to class, everyone in their was starring, whispering and laughing amongst themselves. Maybe im just paranoid...
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I'll send you the no-touch cyberhug: 
I feel you on this. Paranoia is a very real feeling, even if it's worry over unreal shit.
And if you mean that the argument occurred in front of those people, keep in mind that anyone who has a father has argued with said father by then
So either they get over it or their inept and it doesn't matter
Nice poem.
I feel you on this. Paranoia is a very real feeling, even if it's worry over unreal shit.
And if you mean that the argument occurred in front of those people, keep in mind that anyone who has a father has argued with said father by then
So either they get over it or their inept and it doesn't matter
Nice poem.