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I don't talkYou wonder why I don't talk
Why I don't sing
Why I don't dance
Why I don't look back
But I listen and think
That way I live in my own world
A world with no bombs
A world with no screams of horror
A world where the endangered animals run free
A world where race doesn't matter at all
A world where pure rain falls
A world where sunshine prevails
And you wonder why I don't talk
EarthDo you see that woman over there?
She never had a scar
Nothing will never bad happen to her
Her parents never got killed or divorced
She never had a broken heart
No one close to her died
And yet she walks like her body is covered in scars
Her eyes are bloodshot like she cried every time blood was spilled
She winces every time someone is beaten for no reason
She grabs her stomach every time someone starves oneself on purpose
She trips every time a building is bombed or burned down
Her clothes are battered and torn up like she gave the rest of her clothes to the poor
Her body is dirty like she gave all of her soaps to the sinned
She coughs out smoke
Who is she?
She is Earth
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TruthI sit in my cage
Surrounded by the lies
They believe the guilty man
While the girl of truth is right in front of them
Day by day I scribble my words on the four gray walls
As more of my words grow on the walls
I hope that one day someone would find my words of truth
The GameDust swirls around
Shadows dance across the land
They continue to play their little game
Even at midnight
They continue to play
The lights flash
The occasional ring cracks the night air
Their ball flies high in the dark sky
Hoping to land true over the Gates of Victory
Only to land in the enemy's patient trap
At MidnightWhen the moonlight becomes hazy
And the wolves start to howl
I know you're coming
To swept my troubles away
You switch my dreamy music to your special one hour song
It turns sweet summer leaves into falling brittle leaves
It brings creatures that never come around
I know your song is supposed to torture me
Supposed to bring endless nightmare that no one believes
But all that special one hour song only
Swepts my troubles away
FeelI can feel the coldness of the blade
I watch blood trail from my arm to the floor
My brain tells my tiny, broken heart that the self-inflicted cuts hurt
As the new scar takes place on my arm I imagine what would happen in the morning
You will come to wake me up and then
You will the knife and blood in the sheets
You'll pick up the knife thinking Why? Why does she do this to herself?
Why? To show I have emotion too
And since my heart-cracking sobs and tear-stained eyes doesn't faze you at all
I decided that blood will take tear's unworthy place in the center of my psychotic heart
Because I don't know how to tell you that I
RawI show my true art and
They broke my heart
They gave me new scars and labels
They sent me crashing through the world
Causing others to shun me away in disgust
Somehow I crashed into your angelic arms
I waited for you to sent me in disgust
Instead you held me tight as if trying to push all the pieces of my heart together
And you showed how to get out the Shadows of the Forgotten
And into the Light of the Forgiven
Love slipped through my handsWhen the stars collapsed--
Chilled, your smile
w a r m e d
A TheroyThere is a theory.
When you're dead
You can feel "love tugs"
From the people missing you
The one's that love you,
So much that they won't let you go.
Why can I already feel them?
Am I that far gone?
Say You Love MeThey stood four feet apart.
She had reached for him
With no response.
Her hand fell,
Retreating from the
Vast emptiness between them.
Tears rimmed her eyes.
He focused on the ground.
Two tears fell from her flooded lids.
She wiped them carelessly
Then took a tentative step
Towards the boy she thought she knew
Slowly she crouched down
Gently as if not to scare an animal
She made it so he had to meet her eyes.
With a gentle voice
No louder than a whisper
Drenched in sorrow and heart break
"Say you love me."
Her voice broke and was consumed in tears
When love passed her lips
And a few more tears escaped,
Rolling down her rosy cheeks
He closes his eyes,
And turns his head away
From her pleading gaze.
She straightens and stands tall
Wiping away every tear
Then she turns and walks away
The silence set her free.
prisonersThey say we're small and immature
too young to know what's best
if we try to make a point
they put our words to rest.
Our attitudes are never pleasant;
they don't understand us but
to their rules, we comply.
They don't know what we go through
the stress by which we live
they tune us out and stomp us down
mercy they will not give.
Can't make choices for ourselves
instead they run our lives
when independence we receive
how then will we survive?
Relinquishing control is not
something they want to do
we cannot have freedom, for
our souls, they cannot lose.
If we succumb to their desires;
don't learn to ask why
we'll always be their prisoners
never see open sky.
Why should they tell us what to do?
Who put them in control?
Don't let them tell you what to think
they're scared of what you know.
and puts his arm
around my shoulders
slides his fingers
into my eyes
blue orbs glistening
forward and touches
on my finger
down the aisle
in heavy white dress
a long day
with a kiss
he is gone
what do you dowhat do you do
when it's hard to think
hard to sleep
hard to breathe
what do you do
when you fall from grace
shot from the sky
you're being erased
what do you do
when you can't find yourself
don't know yourself
can't feel yourself
what do you do
when all hope seems lost
dreams are all gone
feeling, there's none
what do you do
when you no longer feel
life has no appeal
and nothing seems real
what do you do
when you just can't think
just can't sleep
just can't breathe
.Prison.Once, you came to me for comfort.
Once, you needed my arms.
Those arms have become a prison.
Nothing but iron wrought bars.
Inside here, you struggle.
Trying to break free.
But I'm a selfish person.
I just want you to stay with me.
It's time to grow up.
These bars will bend.
I won't hold you captive,
I just want to be your friend.
Be free, little blackbird.
Spread your wings and fly.
As you soar without me,
There's a tear of joy in my eye.
when . . .when an ever-smiling face
casts its eyes downward
and wells up with sorrow
when the bright amber leaves
in Autumn's wind
when two hands
stop fitting together
in perfect communion
when the earth
no longer produces
long, lean strands of grass
when there is no more warmth
to be found
in encompassing arms
when the sun
when my heart
is when I
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