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Listen To Me Bleeding is something we all do right? Then why is it that every tear, ever drop of blood we shed is so unique? It's because they always have a different insult. We as a race care far too much about what people say. No matter how wise, we are hyper sensitive.
Why is it that we say cruel things? Because we are taught that way. It's because we see them do it everyday. We do it as a form of protection. It's defensive. We as a people are wicked, no matter how kind we seem to believe we are.
Why do we think our lives are unimportant? It's because they tell us they are often. But that's a lie. Every life is important! Every soul has a reason! Be it to save a life or simply be the apple of someone's eye. You are important. We are important.
Hear me my friends. Listen to me my fiends. For i shall only say this once
LightAll things end
In darkness they say
They say hope
Dies when we do
They say we will
They tell us
Our opinions don't matter
We die when we stop breathing
For you are not like me
For you don't know
We are different from you
We think differently
We see differently
We die differently
You die in the Dark
Because you fear it
But we die
In the Light
Because we deserve it
Love Within Wise ArmsGirl: Who are you
Man :The better question is who are you? Do you know?
Girl: *Ponders* no... I guess I don't...
Man: You'll find out soon.
Girl: Where are we?
Man: Don't you mean where are YOU?
Girl: What do you mean?
Man: I know exactly where I am. The question is... Where are you?
Girl: That's what I just asked.
Man: What do you hear?
Girl: Wait what?
Man: What do you hear?
Girl: ... A heart beat.
Man: My heart beat.
Girl: *looks up in confusion*
Man: You're in my arms.
Girl: *realizes where she is* But who am i?
Man: You're my true love
* * *
Darkest of changesIn the dark i watched my world end
I couldn't do anything
I pounded on the glass
I tried to break that barrier
But i couldn't
Someone else was playing me
Like a puppet
Like a doll
I feel my eyes turn black
My soul corrupt
No matter what i will become
I will get out
I smile my fist breaking the glass
Happily i step out to greet the ones i love
But they refuse me
They act as if i'm simply a monster
It's like they think I'm gone
But in a way i am
What did i become to take control?
... A parasite
I feed on the fear of others now
But in the beginning i just wanted strength
But instead i grasped the poison
I became something i shouldn't have
I had expected security
But instead received tears
So instead of happiness i find pain
For I have become nothing
Snowy BloodRed lovely pedals
Show through in the cold
Cheerful as they seem
They hide a sadness
Did you know...
That Poinsettias bleed white blood?
Crack their veins and find their shame
Discover that despite their mask
They are as miserable as the weather they flourish in
Crimson leaves lie
Yet the white is honest
They let you know of their snowy disposition
Such a winter like plant
Yet it hides it milky beauty
It's blood shows us something
It tells us to listen
Even the joyful ones are in pain
Questions? Answer them.What is this?
This doesn't make any sense.
Where am I going?
Why isn't anyone telling me anything?
Why isn't anyone talking about it?
Why isn't anyone answering me?
See these questions?
The Waiting Never Ends For MeSun shines in my eyes
I despise it.
The fluorescents flicker
I can't ignore it.
It's like the beat of a heart
A grating noise to my ears.
The silence slowly rings out
It makes me tired.
Fighting the cold
So i sit frozen
Waiting for her
The cold hands of death herself.
It drives me mad sitting still
No matter what it's restless
Desire for the BladeI don't want to
But I still
Feel it there
Crawling beneath my skin
As I feel the tears
Start to escape
I want to weep
Until it all needs to be
Stitched back together
Live Like You're Dying"Live like you're dying"
What a great phrase to live by
But it just doesn't work
Things come up,
Life gets complicated,
Stuff gets expensive
If everyone lived like that,
People wouldn't get depressed...as badly
Or at least,
Things wouldn't trigger so soon
It's a very interesting concept
People wouldn't be heartbroken
They would move on with their lives,
And live life to the fullest
They spend their time doing nothing
Thinking life is over
They don't realize just how much they have to live for
And I regret it,
In a way
I still feel that way,
But I know more of what's wrong with me
I've accepted it
I'm no longer in denial
It's getting easier to talk about,
And I want to inform others of it
The pain it causes,
The misunderstanding you get,
The judgment that falls onto you
People that don't know about this are prejudice
They have their own judgments,
But they don't know what it's like
Most of my friends are that way
And I want to tell them
Tell them they
Textual TangoThe conversation, like making love;
begins, slow -
intentional with gesturing hands,
metered and planned
(still under control.)
Somewhere we'd believe (at first)
was halfway through,
our voices rise, touching something fierce.
We're panting -
catching breath with butterfly nets.
Baiting and debating
like spouses on the outs:
hashing marks and keeping score,
scratches in your back like
chalk on board.
The session roars -
It swirls though all our mental collections,
now scattered on the floor.
Easy, winds recede, and I'm left naked,
some metaphysical whore:
The unreliable reach of linguistics,
stretched like political truths,
surrounded by erect senators -
taking bribes to cover their eyes
(but staring through cracked fingers,)
so they finally feel alive
As we bat about the birdie,
and make it look so easy.
On and on
a thousand sticky, restless nights -
the neighbors calling in the fights,
banging on the wall and flicki
Happy Now?Call me 'Strange' Call me 'Dumb'
Those thoughts melt away
As my mind and soul go numb
Ready to embrace the pain
A welcome rush
Drugs of a different kind
A simple brush
Can excite the mind
Simple slice to paper skin
The tiles turn to red
Breaking the line oh so thin
All the world drops dead
My soul lifting far away
From this awful hell
Now you'll all pay
As she starts to yell
Everything is dark
She waves good-bye
Drowning in her marks
And letting out a final sigh
Tragically FreeI saw you fall without a sound
I saw you crash and tumble down.
I saw you slowly fade away
I saw your regrets and your shame.
I heard you crying late at night
I heard you pray for the strength to fight.
I heard your whispers and your pleas
I heard you say, "Let me be free."
I wished I could make you feel alive
I wished I could help you survive.
I wished I could make your demons flee
I wished I could have set you free.
Free from the darkness
That stole your light.
Free from the harshness
Of your life.
Free from the madness
That you couldn't release.
Free from the sadness
That only increased.
I saw you fall and I saw you shatter
I know you think you did not matter.
I heard you scream so quietly
I know you are free now, tragically.
Death and RebirthHe's the boy with the threadbare eyes,
a bruised face and chest criss-crossed by scars.
All because god wanted someone to screw with
and brought him into the world
with a bottle of whiskey for a father
and a shot of heroin as his mother.
He's the boy who can't feel anymore,
his heartbeat gone, is he even still alive?
Just how much more punishment,
can this one kid take?
Before fate finishes the job,
that it started sixteen years ago.
He's the boy who's fighting for a way out of hell.
But even the strongest find a breaking point
and death is not a god, it does not discriminate.
Look closely and you'll see;
every man is equal in destruction.
He's the boy who hoped for justice on earth,
only to find respite in a noose,
with a dream,
that all men are created equal
and salvation lies in the ashes.
GoodbyeI bid you a due
And a due i must pay
Through sorrow and misery
Goodbye i must say
Through anguish and agony
Through pain un-deceased
I follow the voices
In which I'm impeached
I know that he loves me
Even in the dark
In which i was trapped
A rage that would spark
An evil within me
Of which you can't compare
No matter what you say
Or you think or you swear
It's hiding inside me
And you'll just judge and stare
So as i said before
I bid you a due
And a due I must pay
Through chaos and misery
Goodbye i must say
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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