Array ( [sid] => 184708 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Defense Mechanisms [time] => 2017-12-11 13:18:48 [hometext] => I/'/ve come to better understand my defense mechanisms. Turns out I deny or bury my emotions when they get to be too much and compartmentalize my problems so I can handle them and register how I feel. [bodytext] => Flying under the radar I/'/ve been lost in deserts of double digits
Overcast upon me from the shade of a personality quaint
Cut my self on stone-cold double edged swords
Until I bled out into colorful puddles of finger paint

Everyday she looks into my eyes and watches as I compartmentalize
Keep myself busy so I don/'/t drown in the efforts of forging a prize
I just want to be great even though she tells me I/'/m perfect
Oasis of solace of unimaginable size despite my heart/'/s conduct

Illegitimate conduits of drive are my circumstantial circuits
Waltz through churches speaking Greek as a postmodern mystic
Blankets of scars and old wounds with a naive heart for a styptic
Strength undermined by poor esteem and a tongue so cryptic

Emotions are long-abandoned kin that need to rehabilitate
Fear of life and fear of fear immobilize and irritate
Pain and turmoil are plenty and I bruise easily
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Defense Mechanisms
Date: Monday, 11th December 2017 @ 01:18:48 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: xHeathenx
Flying under the radar I/'/ve been lost in deserts of double digits
Overcast upon me from the shade of a personality quaint
Cut my self on stone-cold double edged swords
Until I bled out into colorful puddles of finger paint

Everyday she looks into my eyes and watches as I compartmentalize
Keep myself busy so I don/'/t drown in the efforts of forging a prize
I just want to be great even though she tells me I/'/m perfect
Oasis of solace of unimaginable size despite my heart/'/s conduct

Illegitimate conduits of drive are my circumstantial circuits
Waltz through churches speaking Greek as a postmodern mystic
Blankets of scars and old wounds with a naive heart for a styptic
Strength undermined by poor esteem and a tongue so cryptic

Emotions are long-abandoned kin that need to rehabilitate
Fear of life and fear of fear immobilize and irritate
Pain and turmoil are plenty and I bruise easily
But hiding and safety prevent the capacity to see me

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