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Your standSpeech eludes me because of fear
Fear that someone might appear
I should say what I feel and feel what I say
Not live in fear every day
And this is how most people feel
With the way things are today
Because when they say we have freedom
It just means we can live
And make few choices for ourselves
And that’s why I cannot talk right now…
It’s why I can’t take the stand I want to…
It’s how I’ve let the big man win again…
Stories are covered all the time
Replaced by lies during prime
Television hours that cause
Inflictions in laws
That don’t even exist
The big man can go
Do what he pleases
Can even blow
Up the twin towers
Creating lots of stories
For the news anchors
But these dummies aren’t dumb
They are not numb
Towards the world around them
Because they see all the lies
Hanging around like horseflies
They try to stop this mayhem
Those dummies are doing
What I am
The written wordWriting…
Writing, writing, writing…
It’s what I live
It’s what I dream
It’s what I sleep
It’s what I eat
It’s what I breathe…
It’s how I leave
The real world behind.
The written word…
So delectable to read
So delicious to speak
So divine to mean
The written word…
The truth behind every person
The heart behind every soul
The spirit behind every pair of eyes…
The written word is so much more
Than just letters to make you snore
Oh they have so much more in store…
The written word is true freedom…
These days, you can’t say what you feel
You can’t claim the wheel
You can’t live for real…
But you can write
And write I will
I will, I will, I will
It’s the one piece of freedom that I still
People will tell you to shut up
That they’d wish you’d blow up
Get deported to Europe…
But they cannot tell you to stop writing
Because to not write would
Broken HomeIt’s the screams from the war downstairs that keeps me up
It’s the nightmares that still live once I wake up
It’s the heart that always breaks after the fight
It’s the tears that always cry me to bed at night
It’s all the lies and fake smiles that always make me sad
And the other half of your marriage that makes you mad
Just because your heated discussion is in the next room over
Doesn’t mean I don’t hear your voice, which are clearly not sober
I always thought you knew what you were getting into
That one cheery day when you both said “I do”
It’s a shame you were both so stupid and immature
‘Cause now I will always associate marriage with failure
He blames her and she blames him
As I watch their patience wear thin
It feels like a glitch in a game once you press restart
Because through all of this, my family has been torn apart
They say home is where the heart is
And to mine, I must send a goodbye kiss
So as I think of my
You think this is fun?I want to believe you,
Trust me, I do.
But with all the lies you’ve said
I find it hard to.
You’re supposed to help;
You’re supposed to heal,
But after everything you’ve done
I still can’t believe it’s real.
You’ve torn people down
When you should have picked them up.
Instead of helping that girl
You made fun of her break up.
In a world like this
Where we need each other
There is darkness
Yet you refuse to make it brighter.
You take joy
out of making people sad
You just wait
We’ll see who’s laughing once they get their dad
‘Cause I’m sure
He won’t hold back
Just like you
During your last attack.
So are you hurt?
Are you crying?
Well that’s what it feels like
Every time you’re punching…
Every time you’re kicking…
Every time they’re yelling
At you to stop
Because during this abuse
They have but one thought:
What have I done?
How could he possibly
Think this is fun?
Whole new perspective"Rescue me...
show me who I am...
cause I can't believe that this is where the story ends...
fight for me...
if it's not too late...
help me breath again...
no this can't be how the story ends..."
I use to hear this song, but not listen.
I would say the words, but not mean them.
I would understand the lyrics, but not get their meaning.
Now I see...
I listen to the song, and see it in my life.
I mean the words spoken, and wish so desperately to be heard.
I get their meaning, and wish someone would rescue me from my own dark story.
The scar of a lie (sneak peak)The fire was growing warmer and warmer. We got closer and closer to the fire as the sun set, letting cold seep down from the night sky into our bones. I watched as the fire licked greedily at the wood, burning it like a hunger that has been there for much too long. The smoke danced off from the warm flames, only to disappear into the sky.
It had been a while since me or Cole had spoken a word to each other. The tension between us was thick in the air, almost like a blinding fog. He hadn’t really accepted the real reason for this entire apocalyptic tragedy lightly. He didn’t believe that sun flares didn’t hit the earth. Well, I think he believed it; he just doesn’t want to accept it. But, I mean, if sun flares really did hit the earth 4 years ago, how would I still be alive? How would he be capable of staying up on the surface of the earth for so long without dying from radiation from the sun?
Jet was already sound asleep next to a tree near the fire, cuddling wi
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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