Your Life

Don't forget the honesty

that was once surrounding.

You were once beautiful to me;

today your seen in deaths eye.

You are honesty in a sea of panic;

a candle's flame in the midst of dark.

Every word makes you panic;

your own words, drive you to terror.

Don't Forget that you're alive;

if you stop breathing you will die.

Don't forget to survive;

you'll be missed when you are gone.

          DannYetman

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Simply

And so you call yourself an artist,
meddling upon perfection,
just to lose grasp,
of what is perfection.
And so you leave,
with your memories shattered;
with your body broken.
A smile rests upon your face,
surely it is not joy,
but a simple disregard for sanity;
simply.
And so you call yourself an artist,
but life is deeper then paintings,
surely you're deeper then paintings.
DannYetman
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Nicole

I remember when you needed me;

you used to cry when I was gone.

Now it's I who need you;

now I cry when you are gone.

As you walk away

I see what you've become.

You were so innocent;

now you walk like anyone.

I cry as I watch you leave;

I can't believe that your gone.

I cry as I realize

Nicole's forever gone.
          DannYetman
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Your Words

The clock never ticks,

inside an utopia such as this.

With your face transfixed,

your mind has nothing left to miss.

Your face is hollow,

your voice appears mindless.

With the words to say your shallow

today is the day you confess.

So you say you lived in glory;

Time with me was never wasted.

You look to me and say your sorry;

On me your words are wasted,

I have no words left to say;

I have no words to say I'm sorry.

          DannYetman

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In The Shadows

On the moon; thine brother's shadow,

look to him, he watches you closely.

By day he comes to smile to you

but as the night falls upon the world

he begins to creep in the shadows.

He's sly, he knows what gets him caught,

he waits silently under his brothers wish,

With an ear to the wall he hears the rumors,

You tell him he has an air about him,

He tries to laugh but cannot hide his bitterness,

By you he cries in his empty world;

He cries beneath thine brother's wing.

                                 DannYetman

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She Is A Rose

Do not give her that rose,

let the rose live instead.

She doesn't need a rose,

give her love instead.

If you gave her a rose,

she'd prick her fingers,

she doesn't need a rose,

let her save her fingers.

Do not give her that rose,

give her love instead.

Don't treat her like a rose,

let her live instead.

         DannYetman

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The Summer Nights

I should have stayed on the summer nights,

I should have stayed that balmy night,

But so I called misfortune on my behalf,

I sat, and watched the memories;

I sat and watched on your behalf.

I should have stayed on the summer nights

I should have stayed that balmy night.

Overcoming was the procaine in your words.

The sun had set, the sun was lost;

With the taste of champagne your vision blurred.

I should have stayed on the summer nights

I should have stayed that balmy night

But so my intelligence was left behind.

I sat and watched the stars,

I watched the memories left behind.
                              DannYetman

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The Faces Fade

The faces come, and the faces fade,

the faces come and so I begin to hate.

The days have all come to pass,

but sill memory sits upon my chest.

My heart beat stutters,

against the weight upon my chest.

Everyday comes to waste,

everyday I've come to hate,

Time tells me I can never regress,

time shows me things

I can never forget.

     DannYetman
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You and I (Watch The Stars)

Through the window, the roof I remember;  

the sky we sat and stared forever.  

Back then we were dancers, you and I,  

our memories we thought would last forever.  

On the rooftop, the stars were mine,  

you and I, we sat forever.  

Those nights I can still remember,

they'll haunt me until I die.

You're the only thing I'll see forever;

even though you're no longer mine.
        DannYetman
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For Them to Stare

Her vision is blurred,

but I see her fail.

Her vision is blurred,

with the tears that failed.

She cries to their faces,

But they don't care,

She's another pretty face.

For them to stare.

Her eyes bubble everyday,

but they look towards her hips.

Her life is broken everyday,

As I wait for a smile upon her lips.

                            DannYetman 

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She Tries Too Hard

She tries to listen to his words.

His words are her life.

She tries to stay calm,

while he contradicts her life.

She tries to listen to his words,

but this life is not his.

She tries hard to remember,

but the memory is his.
     

She tries to thank him,

but he looks so worried.

She tries to say goodbye,

why is he so worried?

She tries to say goodbye,

but he can't let her go.

She says goodbye to him,

As he tries to let her go.

             DannYetman 
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Out The Door

Fall for life's silly gain,

it's been an hour or two.

Life's cloudy, I see a figure;

I see you.

With hands clean and face naive

you find words to ask for more.

Words to start your life,

and send me out the door.

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

But I watch you

leave why don't you?

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

Time's up; adieu, adieu

all I see is you.

Live from memory

and see what it is to me.

Tell your friends your dying,

and see what you are to me.

I'll show you how to disappear

if you show me what it is to you.

Tell me words to believe,

and I'll cry my story to you.

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

But I watch you

leave why don't you?

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

Time's up; adieu, adieu

all I see is you.

Living and breathing

like when lovers part,

the rain falls hard,

the rain falls to heart.

Without words to say goodbye,

face solemn, face naive,

look into the clouds

and say goodbye to me.

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

But I watch you

leave why don't you?

Innocent, face naive

you say you'll never leave.

Time's up; adieu, adieu

all I see is you.

Innocent, face naive,

all I see is you.

            DannYetman 

You Are

Your presence ushers distress

to everyone you defend.

You are, you are nobody,

but a dictators mistress.

You are beautiful,

eyes black, Nails painted black

you flirt, caressing deaths mane.

You are beautiful.

Eyes fixated on success,

the ecstasy transcends.

You are, you are nobody,

with ginger eyes to confess.

You are beautiful;

you're the idol painted black,

Living timeless; inhumane.

Your are beautiful.

Dying All Around

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Image one last story book.

Time destroys everything

but that book sits, mounted on it's shelf.

Imagine one last chapter;

The last marathon ever ran.

Imagine the dying pages, the author's hope

put to paper by the very pen he died upon,

The very pen he depended on.

Imagine one last sentence,

a dying wish, a pleading wish

of peace and forgiveness.

Imagine one last word,

written to bring hope to a world,

that's dying all around.

           DannYetman 

How to Depict Dream From Reality

Step one, tell the world

you're dreaming; your words

deviate from reality,

innocence plays definition

for everything lost.

Step two, live and lie,

cast iron shadows

throughout your world; reality

dictated by advocation

of a man called mad.

Step three, blend your words.

Leave yourself naive.

Taste melancholy on your words,

then ask, why the melancholy;

why not tragedy?

Step four, End your world,

swift for you've been called

innocent, gifted, said guilty

of whispering words to end it;

words to end it all.

Step five, wave goodbye,

you're only leaving

your life behind. See yourself

eager for elegance and find

the true regality of goodbye.

                      DannYetman
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Hold Her Closer

She says goodbye,

when I don't even know her name.

She breaks down in my arms,

when I don't even know her name.

Her hands are shaking,

but that's just fine.

Her body is quivering,

but I don't mind.

She looks at me

with panic in her eyes,

the frightful vision

of a ghost with nothing left.

She tells me how they kill her,

and by cause and effect,

I hold her closer.

She tries to smile,

but the tears fall harder.

She tries to say her name,

but I hold her closer.

         DannYetman
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Goodbye To The Hopeless

Goodbye says the hopeless,
Tick goes the clock,
Tick goes the clock,
Just to prove it's own repetition.
Wave to the hopeless,
Before they kill you in their ambition,

Blinded, blinded in their ambition.
Not to kill you so they say,
But still on you they prey.
Through the moonlight,
Still they stay without cognition,
Without care of what's right.

Who wants you dead?
But those that stay,
Never seem to stray,
Even with two fingers crossed,
The day is already dead,
Yourself just lost.

Speechless so say you,
Then keep your head down,
Forget what was once renown,
So forge through your mind,
And you'll eventually find what's true,
Oh, and what a find.

Blessed is your mind,
But still you stay remedial,
And without so much as a smile.
Standing on a falling bridge,
Passions intertwined,
Your on top of one last ridge.

Goodbye to the hopeless,
Tick goes the clock,
Tick goes the clock,
Time's not to borrow.
Wave to the hopeless,
For you could be smiling tomorrow.

The First Time We Met

She lives her life,

and the world hates her.

She lives her life,

and the world beats her.

Their words break her bones.

Their laughter sends her crying.

Her innocence sickens them,

her passion repulses them.

She hears them say

how they hate her,

but still she smiles.

She hears them say

she'd be better off dead,

but still she tries to smile.

She watches them destroy her,

but still she prays for a savior.

                      DannYetman

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To Speak In Silence

To hold the cloud

and to live in blue;

to silence the loud

is to return anew.

To live without

and to look to you;

to look without

is to look at you.

To leave this place

and to feel renewed;

to gain a face

is to gain you too.

To hide words to say

and to look to you;

to live everyday,

is to have lived with you.

                 DannYetman 

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Autumn

The raindrops come to feel your cheek,

like the autumn dawn feels the trees.

He whispers to the deceased he sees,

words mangled to his critique.

To his eyes you begin to sneak,

consciousness, oh so bleak. You see

the raindrops come to feel your cheek,

like the autumn dawn feels the trees.

Each syllable to caress your cheek,

he whispers now, for you he sees;

to his back, the autumn breeze.

The raindrops come to seem unique;

the raindrops come to feel your cheek.

                                   DannYetman 

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