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Your PathA little bit sad,
Not tired of being mad,
Far from happily insane,
Too depressed to feel the pain.
No body cares if you are good,
Nor does it matter if you lose your childhood,
Pleasure is all they need,
Even if your heart if filled with greed.

"Just keep going" they say,
They don't mind even if its not your way,
Walk an unknown path even if you have to crawl,
What ever happens; they say don't fall.
Live a life which you don't want,
The world will race you to the finishing point,
But your dreams are long lost,
And all you did is listen to them at your own cost.

But our lives only end up in our hands,
We shall only play our own bands,
Just t

torsosmy symbiote vents
invective shapes that
don't count
implant that silver
spoon of yours of
shining stars these
impressions not indelible
though damn near

I'll control the flow
in and out and
into you, screwy
doctor flurry
of inactivity
a talisman
against sight I could
press this button and
reactivate it I
could yell
so loud
it smashes us to pieces

and round and round
and round I'd go,
going
and glowing

Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,
and let them in your hair.

Now I'm not quite -
godlike,
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
homesick,
bred in the curve of flesh
for a place that's never been
a certain disappearing word
but now -

Don't deny acts to
the day, unmare,
walked along a run,
beached like an yolk,
on an iron cast spoon,

thrown up in salt air.

MotherLook to your children
See the job you've done
One of them is trembling
The other one has gone

.:-Dont look back, only to the next objective:.I pressed the palm of my hand against the glass. Looking into the stark white room where a man was sprawled on a hospital bed. His dark hair had thinned out more then I remember, and more streaks of grey where visible. His body was frail, a machine was snaked down into his arm. Those thin twiggy arms with only slightly bigger legs, but a beer belly was still most proment. I frowned at the bitter memories, the bile rose up in my throat and I turned away, putting my back on the glass. The cleanliness of the hallways was unbearable as the cleaning agents assaulted my nose. I watched a nurse walk by with a tray of supplies. She smiled at me, as if she loved working around the deathly ill, watching people die and families being ripped apart so slow but no one knowing until too late. I turned away and she only continued down the hallway, dismissing me as a visitor full of remorse and regret of their newest patient. Regret? Yes, I had some. But only for all the wrong reasons. I turned b

Kidnap Your HandI see you, my prey, long before you see me

You are oblivious, happy in your solitude

Thinking that nothing could ever happen to you, no

Things like this only happen to other people

You hear about it on the news, hear people whisper

Talking, crying, judging, lamenting

So many mixed emotions, mixed opinions

When you see what happens to people

When they fall victim to predation

It constantly surrounds us, perpetual, undefeated

No matter how many times someone tries to stop it

It just keeps happening, to so many unsuspecting innocents

You will never know quite why it happened

You may not even believe it

But it's very,

Dear motherI will leave you now.
Don't cry, cause the sun will be clouded if it finds out.

I will find my way so,
Don't guide me cause the ravens won't let you do that.

I will be safe
So don't worry about me, cause you and sis will inspire me to continue
But..

If you cry

If you guide me

If this is still worrying you.

I will be there so you can cry on my shoulder
I will let you guide me
I will call you every time I cry

Because I love you.

Melt Me DownA quiet sigh echos
because I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
I am not what you expected,
and you do not like surprises.
So you heave a sigh and
you pretend you aren't impatient,
resentful,
that you do not wish
that I had been someone else.
That you had been able to chose who I would be
before I could ruin myself
the way that I have.
You pretend that you do not wish
that you could reshape me,
melt me down and reforge me,
tear me down and rebuild me
in your own design
regardless of how I would feel about it.
You do not understand,
you do not want to.
You try,
you try and try and try,
but I am not what you wanted.
I never was.
You pretend that it is not true
that I no longer make you proud.
And it isn't-
I never did,
so i cannot stop.
And you wish it wasn't so,
you wish you could change me,
but you can't,
and even as you try,
disregarding all possibility,
I am fighting you every step of the way.
You are trying to melt me down and reforge me,
trying to tear me down and rebuild me,
and

On the ContraryShould I be sorry for hurting you?
I knew it was the wrong thing to do
I'm the one you fall onto
Not the one who pushes you to the edge
After all
I'm your perfect one
I didn't lie on the floor
Of the apartment hall
Taking the seed of an illegitimate child
I didn't swallow the cancer at age fourteen
I didn't crush up the fine white crystals
And send myself into oblivion
I wasn't the one who
Took a hand to your throat
Fists to your ribs
Knife to your heart
I just lived a thousand miles away
Under the roof of the scum that dared
To look down upon you
To see you for who you really were all along
With all the vile rottenness
You desperately tried

To EmilySometimes life just isn't fair
and you will fall
my god you'll fall
but I have faith that you'll get up
because you are brave
and sweet
and smart
and I am proud of the person you are becoming
so much more than I will ever be
so have faith
carry love
and carry on
because you are the world to me

When I Left Youwhen i left you
i stopped breathing
because i didn't need to take in air
once i had become the air

Moonlight: Part II.Moonlight: Part II.
for Mr. Pearce.

cry, cry,
cry for us both.

We who know the light of night.
Dying out of sight, come, come.
For night, is eternal in light.
Burn the rays of night,
burn, burn,
light me up good night.

Those who close their eye.
Shocked to find, all the truth.
For when we speak it’s a sigh.
Star bright, moon sleep,
cry, cry,
cry for the night.
Day shine through night & cry.
Fall, fall for that good night.
No, no this will stand tall.
Do not go before you die.
Moonbeams that do sleep,
cry, cry,
cry for us both.

26th/Mar/2013. TonYk.

Rain Donovan II.

Ode To My GrandmaOde To My Grandma By Logan A. Wood

Grandma is someone I can always rely on. Grandma is someone who makes the best baked cookies. Grandma is someone who always try's her best to make me happy. Threw the many years I have known my grandma she has never let me down and is always there no matter what. Going out of her way to get things for me even if she does not have the money. And giving advice for things only she could know. And after all the time I have spent with you i'm proud to say that you will always be my dearest grandma and I love you..

Sanctuary/Home/PrisonWhat happens when your sanctuary
Becomes a prison?

Why should pain be treated
With whips and scorn?

I can`t say I understand
Such an ideology

I always try to be strong
But when I break...

It`s as if hell has been loosed
By my struggle

I often wonder if they actually
Care at all.

I`m still only a child, though
I must grow up

But I just want the love and
Acceptance I can`t have

They always judge me and tell
Me I`m wrong.

Why don`t they ever listen to
What they preach?

I hate being here, locked up
In this cell.

They think they know me and
That they own me.

But I slip a mark down the wall
Counting down the days.

I want my freedom fr

I'll RememberI'll Remember

We Laughed
We cried
We Smiled and frowned
There were times we got angry with each other

We talked
We Sang
We went for rides
We got along so well we were more like sister and brother

Our interests
In many ways
Ran to the same things
Although they varied between who liked what more

You let me go
And do my thing
Saying it was my right
But were there if I needed someone when things went wrong

But now
You're gone
But I'm not alone
You'll always be with me....I LOVE YOU MOM

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New Mexico Conflagration

by *NMRedChile, Nov 8, 2008, 11:38:13 PM
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New Mexico Conflagration

Alone, among these burning pinon trees,
I wonder how the fire came to be.
The sparks still shower down.
The scent of loss is crowned
With knowing, once again, there's less of me.

This strong incense confuses nose and heart:
Reminders of both peace and pain, in part.
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When meaning we must find provides its start.

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Is to search for hope where none might seem to grow
Yet some seed within (so real!)
Waits now for us to heal
When life itself--still green--begins to glow.

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=teddybearcholla Dec 4, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

Beautiful!!!

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*b1gfan Nov 9, 2008 Student Writer

I must agree...beautiful

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~Ubou Nov 8, 2008 Professional Artist

beautiful.

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