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Truth and liesTruth and Lies
When you were young, still inexperienced,
still trying to fill your innocent hearts
and inexperienced little minds,
you used to hear fairy tales
of friendly dragons and evil witches,
and believed that there were tiny fairies,
invisible to your big, curious eyes,
and that a man in red would come
in a flying sled pulled by reindeer.
You heard the stories and accepted them
as undeniable truth.
Through them, you felt like you could fly
over the clouds, so close you could almost touch
that bright clear blue high, high up in the sky!
That's how far you fell, that tragic day
when you heard the truth, that harsh, unpleasant,
so-called truth we all were confronted with.
Because, in that adult's world we were born into,
there is no room for flying reindeer,
no space for friendly dragons,
and as your minds were filled with history,
and mathematical formulae,
and words so big they barely fit into your mouths,
you, too, committed that unforgivable,
inexcusable crime of forgetting
MasksWith big smiles she greeted her friends,
Drowning in the crowd of people.
How many claimed to be her loved ones?
Hundreds? Thousands? She lost count long ago.
They welcomed her with jokes and laughter,
and she replied with hugs and kisses,
Pretending not to see the cracks in their masks
Or the lies in their voices.
She knew they were hiding something,
She heard the whispers behind her back,
Saw the greed behind their smiles,
And sensed their hatred long ago.
And every day she felt another part
Of her soul breaking away.
At night she tried to fix it,
Trying to reattach the broken pieces,
But as the time went by she realized
That the harder she tried, the faster she broke.
And so she continued what she had once started,
Acting cheerful, while breaking apart,
slowly creating her own mask
To hide her true self.
Until one day she met you,
The girl who refused to wear a disguise,
A big grin in your face,
And true kindness in your words.
Your left hand you had outstretched,
In your right you
HeroThey say you need a lion's heart,
Beating inside your chest,
Or a hero's mind, which knows no fear,
To guide your steps, to push you on.
On towards that fear of yours:
That burning house, those eyes too cold,
That shadow lurking in the darkness
Of the empty factory.
They say you can't gain it,
They tell you: "you don't have it!"
That incredible bravery
that burns inside a hero's soul.
You read of it in books,
You hear of it in tales,
You see it in movies,
That bravery a hero needs.
You heard of those brave knights
Who faced dragons and witches,
Those evil beings created by darkness
And living on fear.
And you wish you were like them.
But, you can't swing a sword
So accurate and precise
That people say it looks like a dance,
A deadly dance of blood and iron.
You can't cast spells
That make a heart stop
In a split second,
And heal just as fast.
You can't fly with just a thought,
You can't lift objects as heavy as a house,
You can't run faster than a car,
Or stretch your body to amazing l
Invisible ChildWith arrogant strides they walk along the streets,
Stopping only to gaze at one of
These over-expensive dresses,
Or a necklace made of shining jewels,
Or to buy a sugar cake.
Never once do their eyes meet
The eyes of the little boy
Leaning against the wall of a shop,
Lost in the shadows, huddled in his coat
Covered in holes, trying to fight the cold.
Should they ever face in his direction,
They avert their gazes, some disgusted,
Some a little embarrassed maybe.
But not a word of greeting is said
To the invisible child.
With a sigh he looks down at his hat,
Placed carefully in front of him,
A silent plea for a spare coin,
Unheard, unnoticed. Empty.
No hope for the invisible child.
But, just as he embraces the cold,
A ray of sunlight breaks the darkness,
As a girl bends down towards him,
And into his shivering hands
She carefully places a coin.
That MomentLook at me, give me your hand!
I know how unhappy you are,
You don't have to explain!
Because everyone has these moments.
When you look back at your day,
And all you can see are the shadows,
The pain you only barely survived,
And the disappointment you felt.
When you think of your existence,
And all you can see is the hatred,
Your past mistakes, still unresolved,
And the arguments you now regret.
when you look in the mirror,
And all you see are the open wounds,
The cracks in your bleeding soul,
And the tears in your eyes.
But don't lose hope! You are not alone.
Sometimes everyone needs a friend
To point out the sunshine
That lies beyond the darkness.
Come on now, give me your hand!
Show me the smile you used to wear.
Accept my help, stand up and walk!
Let me guide you towards another day.
InvincibleThey say that I can't last much longer,
Grinning as I scream in pain
And laughing as I gasp for air.
But they won't reach their goal.
"Daddy, you'll be back, won't you?"
Her words still echo in my head,
A piece of happiness I keep within.
"Of course, my angel. Sooner than you'd think."
Darkness embraces my consciousness,
And every breath becomes a struggle,
But still I hear her worried voice.
"Promise?" she asks. "Promise." I answer.
And as I lie here on the floor,
Beaten, bloody, and alone,
I feel my heart beating in my chest,
Fighting to fulfill my promise.
"But how can you know?" she calls
As I'm halfway out the door.
I smile as I bend down to hug her.
"for you I'll be invincible."
And though my world is made of pain,
And my blood seems caught on fire,
I draw one breath after another,
And know that I'll return alive.
FoolsFools! Embracing pain through thoughtlessness,
Seeking what eyes fail to see, dreaming impossible dreams
of a future unachievable, forgetting the lessons their past taught,
while wasting their present in struggle
for nothing of material worth.
And yet, they seem much happier than me,
seeking for their luck, their happiness.
Seeking for a certain person, a soul
purer than snow, crystal clear, and rare.
Searching for love, the gateway to contentment.
No DifferentWhy do you stare at me with those eyes again?
As if I had a contagious disease
You back away as I come near you,
And refuse to shake my offered hand.
What do you see in me when you stare like that?
You look at me as if I was dying,
As if I was beyond your help,
So you might as well not bother trying.
Don't think I am as good as dead!
Rather, picture me like a bird
That tried to touch the clouds, but failed,
And broke its wings as it came back home.
Think of me as a deer, full of life,
That used to roam the woods and chase its friends,
But broke its legs jumping through the trees.
Now I am bound to the help of others.
I may not be able to walk, or jump,
Or run with you, as you live your life.
But my heart beats just like yours does,
And my lungs breathe just as yours do.
I may be bound to a chair on wheels,
But my eyes see just as well as yours,
My ears hear exactly what yours hear,
And my brain works just fine, I am not stupid!
Look at me, not past me like all the others do.
I have ear
WaitingThere he sits again, right at the door,
So he won't miss her when she comes.
Watching with those hopeful eyes,
Unmoving, undistracted. Waiting.
A crash disturbed the silence,
The noise echoing through dark streets,
And blood painting the concrete roads,
As the fragile body hit the ground.
His little paws, they stand unmoving,
His lively body sitting still,
Only his nose twitching, once in a while,
Hoping to catch the familiar scent.
The piercing wail of sirens followed,
Announcing the disaster
To the crowd that gathered at the scene,
As helpers lift her in the car.
For weeks he's been coming,
Every afternoon he sits to wait,
Hoping for her to return,
Only to be disappointed.
"Will she make it, doctor? Will she survive?"
He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.
"Her wounds are deep, her chances low,
But we will do our best to save her."
And though, for all that time, she hasn't come,
He doesn't seem to mind,
Returning yet another day,
Watching, listening. Waitin
Human RaceProtect me from this world,
from this filth and hate,
from these crimes committed,
by these people of late.
Save me from this life,
from this prejudice and degradation,
from these atrocities made,
by these people of creation.
Keep me from this land,
from this suspicion and paranoia,
from these lies told,
by these people of dysphoria.
Protect me from this world,
from this fascist and racist face,
from these wrongs done,
by these people of the human race.
~Ashley Tia Long~
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.
If We're So DifferentThere's you and then there's me.
We're both so different and not alike.
Yet every time I'm with you,
My heart begins to spike.
I really don't understand these things.
I mean, we're only good friends.
Or, at least, that's what I assumed,
But my heart confuses me to no end.
So if we're both so different,
I don't like you like that.
I'm right. Am I right?
All I know is my heart whacks me like a bat.
No, it is not possible.
You're only my buddy.
Just because you're not my gender,
Doesn't mean I can stop at you and study.
I must prevent any further thoughts
To enter into my mind.
I must keep myself sane
And our friendship I must again find.
No, I can't love you.
You love that other girl.
You wouldn't even stop to ponder.
You wouldn't even give "us" a whirl.
But if I did tell you...
No, I mustn't even try.
Because if I told you,
You'd only say goodbye.
But what if you asked me first?
Then I wouldn't be so scared!
But that's not going to happen,
So I'm not even prepared.
When you never ask,
How do I know where I stand?
How do I know what I'm worth?
How do I know what I am?
My HeroYou cured the pain inside of me
You wiped away my tears
You opened my eyes to see
That there's nothing left to fear
You sang songs directly from your heart
Bringing peace, love, and joy to all
It's what saved me from falling apart
Because you catch me before I fall
You inspire me to never give up on my dream
You tell me to keep on believing
No matter how hard it may seem
And because of this
You're the reason why I keep on breathing
Today I DiedToday I died and I never got to tell my parents how much I love them, how glad I am that I was theirs.
Today I died and I never got to tell my best friend I am sorry for everything I've put him through.
Today I died and I never got to tell my boyfriend that I want us to be the cute old couple walking down the street holding hands.
Today I died and I never got to tell my future children how much I love them.
Today I died and I never got to say goodbye.
If I had survived for ten minutes longer it may have been the most painful ten minutes of my life, but I beg to have them. The pain is nothing in comparison to the agony of not saying everything I should've said.
Mom, I love going to bingo with you during the week. You have the biggest heart, a generous soul, and a loving nature. Life hasn't been easy for you, and I know I sometimes I ignore that. I'm so sorry Mom. You've given me such a warm and caring upbringing that it's hard for me to remember that you had to do without when you were
The Person I Once KnewThe Person I Once Knew
We used to talk everyday.
Laughing, talking and spending time together.
I never thought me and you would stray.
I assumed we would be this close forever.
Now your number is never in use.
You're just a photo in my frame of mind.
It went from mutual respect to absolute abuse.
A bond like ours is difficult to find.
I occasionally think of you and wonder how your doing.
Wonder what you look like and if you still talk the same.
Imagine what your doing with life and what dreams you are pursuing.
Despite everything that happened my memories of you will always remain.
I knew you for a while and you made an impact on my life.
Sometimes I wish things could go back to how they once were.
Dry my tears and remove the jagged bloody knife.
Envision what my life would be like if that incident never occurred.
Would we still be close and have that same connection.
Maybe it wasn't meant to be we were destined for different things.
I just wish I got the chance to apologise and compl
Its almost my turn I hope I don't stutter.
Why does everyone else seem so prepared?
I can feel their eyes and sense their mutters.
If only this pressure could be equally shared.
My heart volume increases, my throat becomes dry.
Why does it all of a sudden it feels so hot in here?
Maybe I should invent some sort of manufactured lie.
Should I fake some tears and make it look sincere.
I've practised this over a million times in my head.
Just think in a couple minutes, this will all be done.
I just have to say what needs to be said.
Face up to my fears and let my mouth run.
Talk loud and proud and rise to the occasion.
Ill be fine until the next terrifying situation.
Beyond TomorrowBeyond tomorrow I can't see
all my tears have left me
I can no longer cry
my eyes are now dry
I don't know what to do
I'm glad I have at least you
But what do I have to do now
Maybe look upon my failures and bow
Look them in the eye
Turn around and sigh
Too know I have failed in this
but with me there is nothing amiss
Tomorrow there will be another chance
Another go at it all, yet another dance
I will go on and no longer fail
this failure will not get a tail
I will go on, I will succeed
Not for you, but for my own need
I will do whatever I can
and I will show I'm the better man
This will not overcome me
It is not who I want to be
I will survive, I will be strong
My life filled with joy and it will be long
Now it's all twists and turns
My life currently burns
But I will survive and go on
All my current failures will be gone
Tomorrow there is another day
and I will listen to what they say
Tomorrow should be better
Tomorrow it will be good
One voiceOne voice requesting freedom,
One voice screaming for peace,
One voice demanding everything
we want, but never reached.
Unite, you bleeding soldiers,
Unite, and fight as one!
Share your hopes for better times,
One voice, to end the war!
Stand up, unlucky prisoners,
Stand up, and join your hands.
Reach out towards the light outside:
One voice, one group, for liberty!
Rise, mistreated children,
Stand on your own two feet!
Team up with those who wish you well,
One voice, cry out for justice!
One voice, requesting freedom,
One voice, screaming for peace,
One voice demanding everything
We want, AND WILL NOW REACH!
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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