Rewind

Rewind

A Poem by JustALotusFlower

Can I rewind time?

For the longest time, it seems

as though i can.

but never could figure it out.

i could rewind my words.

my thoughts.

but not the thoughts of those around me.

so many of the times.

i've wished to rewind myself.

fix whats wrong.

i know i cant.

i would never place myself above others.

so then why do i feel the way i do?

why must the suicidal thoughts occur?

im helping the ones i love.

but at what price?

killing myself?

I'd rather die a loved man.

Rewind time?

like a broken cd player.

i repeat the same mistakes.

its like i've been here before.

I know what your going to say.

and i dread it all.

"F**k you. So much for being my best friend"

maybe your right.

maybe i should rewind.

but who will i become?

© 2010 JustALotusFlower


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The blood spills. Leaving those still alive to wonder. what did he do? to leave this earth? the demons that controlled the soul of this man. must have been feirce.
when all along. it was them. they were the demons. the contact with him, they shared. slowly destroyed his mind. insanity took over. nobody would listen. the blade rose with swift intentions. only to slowly draw a crimson line below his head. the blade was no artist. but painted a masterpeice of catastropic proportions.

Posted 14 Years Ago


In a room full of whispers one never screams, because a broken silence follows, and after that are the cries of the damned as they reach up, blacked-out memories trying to ressurect themselves, yearning to be relived, and yet the pain of death becomes a blade to bring forth the blood from one's eyes...

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on November 28, 2010
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JustALotusFlower
JustALotusFlower

Cedar Falls, IA



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Darkness envolopes us all. Its the certain part of us that we cannot control. the poetic side of me is dark. you have yet to be consumed by the insanity of life, which consumed me once before. tak.. more..

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