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Untitled I'm a leaf,
I'm a blowing leaf,
blowing in a calm wind,
beautiful and peaceful.
Roar of thunder,
rain began to pour down,
no longer a gentle blowing leaf,
wet and cold on the pavement,
a once beautiful leaf,
now drowning in a down pour.
The sun begins to shine again,
with grass and pavements soaked,
the care free leaf now past the storm,
only left with the outcome,
wet and no longer carefree,
I will never be the same again.
The grass dries,
no longer affected by the down pour,
I am a tiny leaf still affected by the storm,
Never to blow again,
Never to be care free again.
A hand picks this useless leaf up,
stares at it,
carry's it with them,
I am now a tiny dry leaf,
being carried by a single hand.
A gentle breeze picks up,
I am thrown into this wind,
To my surprise,
I am blowing,
I am carefree,
I am me once again.
Behind The Mask.. Behind the mask,
There lies a face,
A face with no meaning,
Unexplained with feelings.
You see a boy with a broken world,
Who has no home to call his own,
While he continues moving,
Behind the mask,
That hides his true identity.
Untitled Seasons change,
Days go on,
People move forward.
Why am I moving backwards?
You forget it ever happened,
Like a distant memory,
When it’s my daily nightmare.
There words that can’t be explained,
Only in pain,
Only in agony.
My world continues to crash and burn,
Slowly building back up again,
Until it crumbles,
While I live in constant fear,
That the same trauma will occur again.
Hidden FearsShe smiles with hidden tears,
Laughs with unspoken fears,
And sleeps with silenced screams,
What does she dream?
What does she seek?
She covers her bruised arms,
Ignoring the screams,
Pounding in her head,
‘You stupid bitch!’
‘You little slut!’
As if it doesn’t hurt,
Immune to the abuse,
That deep inside kills her.
Eyes of pain Deep brown eyes,
Tears of sorrow,
Tears of pain.
Trapped by a chain,
Digging deeper in,
The more she struggles,
The more she tangles,
In his forbidden chain of misery.
She cannot escape,
He has her captivated,
Not by body,
But by soul,
It looks as if for eternity.
The more she moves forward,
The more she is pulled back,
By the chain,
That he has engraved to her heart,
Never moving forward,
From the hell he has unleashed upon, forever.
DemonHis eyes turn demonic,
As I close mine,
About to steal my soul,
For his final meal.
He touches my face,
Reveals the hidden mark,
Abiding by our signed contract.
Signed by human and by demon,
Seeking those who truly deserved it.
He feasts upon my soul,
Shredding it into pieces,
A truly gruesome creature.
I now lay here,
Without a soul,
Now in the body of a demon.
Sweet, bitter, words.
Words I cannot whisper,
Words I cannot speak,
They eat me alive,
From inside to out.
Rushing in my head,
Bashing against my skull,
Begging me to finally tell.
Your Life Or Mine..At the end of my wits,
I draw a blade,
The cries of terror,
Rattling in my brain,
'It's your life or mine.'
Your skin turns to pale,
Eyes lifeless and hopeless,
You strongly take my hand,
Your last beg for mercy.
My blood runs cold,
I feel no pain,
Slashing again and again,
'It can't end simply this way.'
I hear a faint crackle,
Making me thirst for blood,
Driving the knife harder.
Sweat and tears,
The trickle down my sleeve,
Moving back from your lifeless body.
With silence flooding,
I hear my thoughts screaming,
Crying over your fatal demise.
I lean over you,
Drenched in blood,
Over the regret I am now faced with for a lifetime.
No Longer Here... Where have you gone,
Miles and miles away,
Your true self has disappeared,
Into the silence that has fallen.
As the days get longer,
I speak to a stranger,
Who have you became,
My one and only brother.
Years without a word spoke,
I pain with the emptiness,
Still living in the dark,
With the memories that are to painful to remember.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
Near Death At a moment's glance,
Everything had changed,
I had no control,
My heart had stopped,
A louder voice,
Without a breath inside.
My visions fade away,
To pitch black,
Where am I.
Voices all around,
As if I'm with spirits,
With the dead,
Have I joined with those of the after life?
I begin to feel people's touch once more,
Bringing me back to life,
I hear them calling out my name,
'I'm not loosing you'
My eyes open,
To my world,
I'm alive and breathing again.
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