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You are woman. You are man.You are woman,
so be kind,
all in your own way.
You are man
so be strong,
The Envious MoonThe moon's envious glow,
is nothing more, than the suns bright rays
shinning back from a gray face.
The loneliest person in the world,
she can only reflect what others disperse
and never show her own light.
Sometimes though, she gets her desires
to change the light she reflects
and becomes orange or red.
It never lasts though.
She finds solace in her reflection
to know that she is actually there,
and to feed what little pride she has.
And the moon sits alone
never to have company.
Only her mournful shriek her only sound.
She can never be the one
who provides light and comfort.
The most she can do
is give off a little reflected light,
that isn't even her own.
Everyone loves the sun,
that warm, life birthing parent.
And everyone ignores,
the pale envious moon.
Who wants nothing more
than to be loved.
Through bottomless death
The permanent flight
To endless oblivion
Nothing to stop
That rapid descent
Gone in a flash
That single moment of exhilaration
For a second
It's just like flying
Then just like Icarus
The end is already there
Faster than you ever imagined
The Wishing TreeTraveling along a concrete road
until the pavement turned to grass
and the grass turned to dirt.
Just when the land turned barren and bland
an abandoned park stood rusty and proud.
Little Jessica walked along that dirt path
not minding the hot sun
or how her backpack got heavier with every step.
When she finally reached
that abandoned park
Little Jessica played in the slide
and swung on the swings
that creaked with every rock.
She bored soon and left
that barren park
going to the one sign of life
A sorrowful tree, with no leaves left
stood near that abandoned park.
Little Jessica, feet scuffing the dirt
went to this poor alone tree.
From her backpack, Little Jessica
pulled paper upon paper out.
With bits of string and tiny fingers
Little Jessica attached every single strip of paper
to the branches of that leafless tree
as high and far as she could reach
until the dry branches could no longer be seen.
When she was done
Little Jessica surveyed her work,
proud of the job
The house on the hillUp on a hill there lived a house,
in that house lived an old man.
He had lived his long life
and had lived in that house his entire life.
He didn't have family
and stayed on the porch every day.
When the children would come
he would give out candy apples and sweets.
The children loved the nice old man
who lived on the hill.
Then the man on the hill
passed away and went to a better place.
The once great house,
faded from thoughts
as the town still grew below it.
Once shiny windows,
and flawless paint,
faded and became aged.
The garden once taken care of,
with wrinkled old hands,
became overcome with weeds.
The children looked,
at the old abandoned house on the hill
with fear and curiosity in their eyes.
It was a place of rumors,
and childish wonders.
"If you throw a stone and
break a window you get a wish."
"A ghost haunts that place."
"No one cares about that
old house on the hill anyway."
Through whispering willows,
rumors about the house on the hill spread.
Once a great home,
HistoryThere are moments
that you wish never end
Then there are moments
that couldn't go by fast enough.
Through at the times we have seen
and all the lives we have lived.
Time seems to be
the one thing that never changes.
Time likes to repeat itself
going hour by hour, second by second.
They say, today is history
but tomorrow is a mystery.
History likes to repeat itself,
so maybe tomorrow isn't such a mystery.
Brave New WorldClose your eyes
To fight the demons in your mind
It's the moment of truth
The moment to live
In this scary
Brave new world
Fight for your rights
And what you believe in
Shake off your fears
It's a moment to fight
Fight the demons inside
Shake off your foes
Fight for everything
In this scary brave new world
Dance with the DevilStep into the circle
and dance with the Devil
in the song that never ends.
Let him take your pain away,
think of nothing more than this moment
Come dance with him in the circle
and forget all your troubles
they won't matter anymore.
He just asks for that simple price
I'm sure that you already know.
Come dance with the devil darling
he'll take all your woes away.
Swing in the circle
to the beat that never ends.
Once you take that step
and enter the dance with the Devil
you'll never leave it again.
Sell your soul
and dance that eternal dance
Dance with the Devil
to music's soft embrace.
Sing along with the song that never ends
and just give your soul away.
Nothing shall matter anymore
as you dance with the Devil tonight.
and broken seams.
Cries in the night
as life becomes a fight
there's just no more light.
Men are trying,
women are running
children are crying
people are dying.
Let's go, he whispered.
I-It's dangerous, she stuttered.
But we can't just stay, they uttered.
Chaos roams the streets
and blood's on the ground like treats.
Dystopia never ends
as society bends.
Life shall be dystopia
and never a utopia.
It will never be enoughShe seems so happy and content
From one hour to the next
But her mind is so far from that
It's like reading backwards
Her minds gears are turning
Always at inconsistent speeds
Sometimes slow as a tortoise
Sometimes fast as a cheetah
But whenever they are working fine
And she seems to be doing ok
They interfere with her thoughts
They are little tricksters and nymphs
Stopping her train of thought and changing her mind
They gum up her gears and ruin her mind
They loosen the nuts and bolts
Making her fall apart and struggle to repair herself
Her skull is full of loose screws and washers
Broken bits of brain and metal
Her mind is changed with the flip of a switch
Just one thing, one stupid thing sets her off
And she goes from being cheerful to a total bitch
Does anyone ask her what's wrong? No
Does anyone even acknowledge her discomfort? No
If they do see her than they are too cowardly to ask
They are too afraid of the monster that they see her as
Maybe she would loosen up if they ta
Inner Sanity And Chaos.Inner sanity to me? Is the chaos you all see.
The fighting, the anger, it is my sanity.
It keeps me calm, it keeps me happy.
But there's one more thing, and her name is Jenni.
She keeps me controlled when I need to be.
She keeps me happy just by being with me.
She keeps me sane just by existing.
She keeps me happy just by breathing.
What is inner chaos to me? Being alone.
It's what I am condemned to, wandering on my own.
In the late night and early morning.
When I am alone and take to mourning.
You wanted to know? Well, this is the chaos for me.
Only time I show my feelings, show I'm unhappy.
And the only one that knows this is Jenni.
But I live my life, always unhappy.
To DemiseTo demise
And all the things we never had,
and cold blue stares that hypnotize
Would you believe me if I said
I know where all the worms go
I know why blood is red
And all the black and empty spaces drifting through your head
I know where all the tears go when the mask is finally shed
When I was young
The words dripped off like warm, sweet blood from needles pierced within my tongue
And now that I am older and my song remains unsung
You left me here with nothing and the noose is finally hung
I walked alone
Through rotting fields and distant hills and cold and ancient halls of stone
And endless fog and vapors black that chilled me to the bone
I am one
I am the blackness that blocks out the sun
A Happy EndingA stranger walked by a crying little girl,
Tear and blood stains on her sleeves
He asked, "Darling are you okay?" She nodded.
He took her heart and then took leave.
A small boy crossed the little girl,
Mascara crawling down her face,
He asked how she was and she sighed, "Fine."
He grabbed her toys and left with no trace.
A lonely mother glanced at the girl,
Bleeding out in the middle of the street.
She asked her nothing, too weighed down with grief,
And stole the shoes off the young girl's feet.
The girl's soul mate was crawling by,
Bleeding, in pain, with a fever hot.
When the girl lied and said she was okay,
He kissed her and whispered, "No you're not."
Love LostLove Lost
This is not a happy song.
This isn't about two lovers.
It isn't about love wining at the end of the day.
This is about a broken heart.
You find someone special.
And you live a fantasy inside your head.
Glories images of how they are together.
A true romance experienced by the lovers.
A true happy illusion this is.
Overtaking their minds and souls.
Their hearts explode with love.
A feeling greater than anything else.
But that feeling comes with a great price.
A break up leaves him with sorrow.
All the fantasies he had now crumble down.
Just like dust in the wind.
All those happy moments inside his head now face reality.
The collision course leaves the way burned.
His heart breaks and his mind gets blind.
All those happy moments end in a sorrow grief.
He sits alone in the dark corners of the room.
Facing reality head on painful road.
A lonely path he walks towards unknown sadness.
And the world seems a little gray every day.
One day he finds out she has another lover.
A pain gr
Similar DifferencesSimilar Differences.
Accept and reject.
Choose and select.
Vote and elect.
Defile and suspect.
Genre and subject.
Gain and object.
Draft and perfect.
Nurture and neglect.
Locate and inject.
Wisdom and intellect.
Create and inspect.
Action and dialect.
Ambiguous and direct.
Receive and deflect.
Invade and infect.
Your Perfectionthe sun only hides,
because it's jealous of you,
it comes back because the clouds do too,
the cause of the floods,
is an in land attraction,
a large fraction of which being you,
you were created as beauty,
the only one in your class being you,
your so kind so friendly,
my dream is being closer to you,
the moon gets bigger,
as it turns it's head,
only so it can see you,
the stars only wish,
they were closer to earth,
knowing just what you're worth,
if i could tell you how great you are,
i'd be the greatest speaker in history,
how you aren't satisfied with your beauty,
is the worlds new greatest mystery.
All We Are Not...All I am is numbers
I am not expected to breathe of feel
Only think, and work
To my parent's, I am nothing but a GPA
Head down, under the table clutching a pen
Fighting every instinct telling me to do it
Dig in as deep as I can
Struggle and try to end it
The only question they ask isn't about me
I don't even think they care
Don't believe me, because I'm too perfect to want to die
But it doesn't matter
To them, its never enough.
Our Word is SacredOur Word is Sacred:
We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.
No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...
For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...
To create these verses, it takes a lot of time;
Have you ever tried putting your thoughts in rhyme?
Have you dealt with the frustration, of grasping at words?
Trust me my friend, it is like hunting for birds...
To put this in a structure, to give poetry a form;
It can take some men from dusk till dawn...
Yet we slave away freely and we beg for a chance;
But all we have e
ReturnJust because I am dead
does not mean I am an angel
I am far from that of an angel.
The evil men,
who kill and rape and burn for fun
shall pay for their crimes
even if I go to hell for it.
The crow shall be my guide
and my connection
to be able to make my mark
on the world that has left me behind.
I may have died
but death does not stop me
I shall stop for death
when I am ready.
For while time goes on
and the world forgets
true love is the only thing
that lasts forever.
Vengence is a welcomed thing
that stays in the heart
festering and tainting what was once pure
and slowly killing.
I died for the one I love
but death does not stop me.
For life is but a dream
that death wakes us up from.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
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