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Silent WhispersSilent Whispers
Silent whispers drape from broken walls.
Tears spill from empty eyes.
How long has it been since she felt a loving touch.
She bats her eyelashes and her dreams fade into the night sky.
A songs words and melody keep her from the fears inside.
Something has to give, someone has to live.
She fights herself for the winners spot.
It all suddenly ends in one single shot.
No sound she hears, no worries, no fears.
A bright light fills the area surrounding her.
A warm loving touch has come to take her home.
To a place where no one is ever alone.
She smiles for the first time in a long long time.
With lifted spirits and warm embraces.
She left that broken black life behind her.
Do you want to go along or do you want to right a wrong?
FateThis world puts a heavy burden on our shoulders.
Someone save us all, from the pain we cause.
The world is slowly taking over.
All of use in the end will fall.
Tell me what will you do with your life?
Sit around and watch the world pass you by?
Will you fight hate with hate?
Or will you find some other way?
I find strength in the hate you feed me.
I won't sit back and watch you kill me.
I'm going to stand up and be heard.
I'll do my best to survive this world.
I can't do it alone, nobody can.
So come with me, I'll hold your hand.
Don't let them make you think you can't do a thing.
You're stronger then that, you can do anything.
So together lets help the weak and the sick.
Let us end war and give more to the poor.
Get rid of this selfish pride.
And destroy the greed that's deep inside.
If we don't change our ways real soon.
There won't be me and their wont be a you.
All that will be left in the end.
Is a cold lifeless planet without love to lend.
Laying in the dark
These feelings start to show
My heart begins to cry
But no one will ever know
It hurts so bad tonight
My pillow greets my tears
How could you have left me
It seems you've been gone for years
I wrote you a little letter
I've waited for you to send your own
To give me some sign that your ok
To help me not feel so alone
But your letter never came
No word i've heard from you
I'm all out of ideas
I don't know what to do
So for now i'll fake a smile
And act like i'm ok
But when the darkness hits my room
That smile will fade away
Hurtfull SocietyWho is this girl that I see?
She's not the one that I remember.
People tell her she's not pretty.
So she looses all of her power.
She hides inside herself to find peace.
And cry's herself to sleep.
She can't find clothing to buy.
All of it seems to only be a size 5.
Why do things matter so much when you get older?
When she was younger she was loved and liked for the way she was.
Now she can't seem to get away from this picture.
The one Society formed to haunt her.
The pressure is too much and she has to give in.
She takes what she needs but then throws it away.
Her body turns into the thing she hated all along.
She has become one of them, a walking skeleton.
She only lasts a few years.
Look at what you've done.
You've taken her away, because she wasn't like you.
You took away her life because she didn't look like you wanted.
Now her family all cries.
She watches from a place where no one judges.
She's found happiness away from this madness.
Look what Society's done.
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
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.
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