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Lonely WalkI take a lonely stroll down this dark road,
Trying to find my way home,
I hear crying screaming a world falling apart,
A little kid with a broken heart,
The blood flows and the trees die,
We're all left asking why?
Why did we give up so quickly,
What does this world truly mean to me,
We hate as a race,
We beat it's a disgrace,
How much do we have to lose before we stop,
100 kids taking their own lives a second is that enough?
I'm sick of all this stuff,
Stand up for the broken,
Be the hero,
Not just a following zero.
VoicesThe voices in my head are telling me to run,
From day one it felt right,
We've never even really got into a fight,
But as time rolls on your veil lifts,
All I see are flying fists,
Your words hit like a heavyweight,
Your lack of motivation fills me with hate,
A darkness takes over my world,
You were once my perfect girl,
Now the reason for my falling down this abyss,
My life has taken a backseat to trying to keep you happy,
It's becoming a tiring worthless role I'm not sappy,
I'm a happy asshole I don't need a significant other to live,
I have a lot of hate but more love to give,
Please let me end this and please don't cry,
Don't come to me and ask why,
You know exactly why you left me high and dry,
I shouldn't have to wait for you hand and knee,
Just tear my heart out because I know you want to,
DarknessConfused on what to do,
In the beginning I thought the one was you,
but as we go on,
I think I was all wrong,
A forgotten memory,
An unsung song,
Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall,
I build myself only to fall,
Maybe one day your heart will shine through,
But that's a shot in the dark a whistle that never blew,
Darkness clouds what we call a relationship,
Slowly turning into what many know as a relationshit.
Forever Ended Yesterday.Your love is wearing thin you only love me to get by,
I'm your easy satisfaction just a cheap high,
Do yourself a favor and get out of my life,
I don't need you and I don't need this strife,
A love that is real is what I long for,
One where I don't put in so much effort and feel like a whore,
You're a mirage you look so sweet at first,
But you lack the substance to quence my thirst,
I can't believe you treated me this way,
Bitch forever ended yesterday.
.44My dreams turn into nightmares when I arise,
The tears start pouring from my eyes,
I saw you and I held you only to be ripped away,
But now to start another monotonous day,
I struggle to find happiness in a dark world,
Without you in my arms I'll lay here my body curled,
All I can see is your face,
Helping to bring light to a hopeless place,
Please let me sleep forever,
All I want to do is hold her,
I close my eyes shut clutching that .44,
My tears streaming down my face hitting the floor,
Now I can be with her forever more.
Consumed.My heart is dark and my mind is clouded,
I hear your voice but can't see because it's crowded,
A raven swoops down and grabs at my skin,
My blood hits the ground as it grins,
It's heart full of happiness from causing sorrow,
Flying high in the sky it prepared for a better tomorrow,
Gotta keep holding on like a phoenix I will rise,
With the darkness the inevitable is my demise,
Silence is golden well it's a good start,
But too much silence can destroy a heart.
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
ValhallaWe stand ready to fight them,
They've come to take our land,
But as we chant these great words,
"Odin, far-wanderer, grant us wisdom,
Courage, and victory.
Friend Thor, grant us your strength.
And both be with us"
Their blood will cover our swords,
We will fight all of the incoming hordes!
Together we stand for one final fight,
One final fight for our homeland!
Stand with me brothers!
Let us rip their throats from their bodies!
The sound of clashing steel rings loud,
I can smell blood and see it as it splashes my face,
They made a mistake when they came to our place!
This is Valhalla our home, our life, and our hearts!
Everything we are is Valhalla we will win this fight!
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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