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The old man in the park There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:
“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”
His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:
“I have seen my share of wonders
I’m tempted to change my whole mentality,
To make sure you’ll never be able to forget me,
‘Cause the Devil wishes to be remembered through evil,
And it seems to me being good to folks is just forgettable.
Dear you,I could list a thousand reasons why I hate you
And I'm sure a lot of people could do that too.
When you're alone with children's parents I know you spout your lies
And truthfully, honestly I can't say I'm surprised.
When will this nightmare of your reign end?
When will you stop trying and forcing to make things bend?
I just don't like your "help", you are most certainly not helping me.
I'm going to expose you so the whole wide world will see.
When you talk to me and other students you shout at us
But when you talk to parents you make us eat your dust.
If this is an example of what a role model should be,
I'd rather be a beggar and be starving on the cold streets.
You say some things that you can never take back or heal the pain
And then you ask us to speak up and to explain.
But when we try to you just hold you hand and shut us up
Hell when my grandma died you didn't care or give a fuck.
You said that reason wasn't valid for me to be late
And that I was on probation and mig
Looks LieI’m ugly and fat
But I can deal with that
‘Cause it means people like me for me;
Not for what they see.
I look for youAfter a laugh so sincere
Then the moment is finished, my face turns serious
And in that grimace
I wish you'd have been there.
I know that you can't be but I still look for you.
When I log on
And sift through the messages, looking for anything
To just fill the precipice,
Nothing else will do.
I know you won't be there but I still look for you.
When I make a decision
And you're the first person I trust and envision
I'm wanting to share
But I look, you're not there.
I know that you won't be but I still look for you.
When I'm doing mundane things
Like walking the dog
Or surfing the internet
Or eating popcorn
Or watching my show.
Dead endI built something here but I now need to leave.
Dead ends cant be denied
They demand you to grieve.
Doom sets in as I stare ahead.
My eyes already dead,
Palpitations in my chest.
I'm the one who likes to torture myself until the very end.
Ignore all the signs,
It could work, just pretend.
But that makes the collision all the more cataclysmic.
That makes the breakdown all the more tragic.
That makes the suicide all the more certain.
This Dream of MineWandering endlessly on
in this dream of mine
within this plane I am a pawn
unaffected by time
Controlled by trapped desires
influenced by disguised thoughts
unknowingly it transpires
with the speed of a fired shot
In this dream of mine
monsters become known
as they meet me through time
revealing that I was never alone
Wandering endlessly on
through this forest of denial
never shall it be dawn
with each step a new trial
In this dream of mine
wings of freedom flutter
as I reach for them trapped in vine
there is nothing left for me to utter
Gazing into the sky
there is endless desolation
birds of white begin to fly
swelling frustration and desolation
Wandering endlessly on
how I was foolishly seeking
I am but a pawn
left without a dream, left shrieking.
tooth decayNot personal vengeance, monotonous sex: a rotting tooth decay type of love.
To say it is a fallacy, I'd be wrong.
I’m strung high, aeronautical aerobics – anxious to reach the lofty clouds – lubricious like the ashen feathers that encompass a dove.
Swollen lips and torn fabric, flesh is slick and glossy – your eyes, they hum a bluesy song.
Chords struck by a hollow wood, tune as dull as his soul – reverberating string pulsing against a tomb – bleeding remnants of our dying flame (Something I need to be freed of).
Each word he speaks sends shivers along my spine; words spoken in twisted tongue. Is he wh
The CurseTo shy to say hello,
My heart a dying glow
So afraid due to my past
quickly dissolving if we move too fast
Will I ever find my soul mate,
or is forever loneliness my fate?
Im just an outline of my former self
My courage gone and put on shelf
I see your eye's longing for me to speak
But I dare not come down from my peak
Forever consumed by my fear
I wish the winds would carry my words for you to hear.
Till then..I will just stare down,
pay no mind to my frown..
Lips ShutSew my lips shut and fill my soul with pain
Let it breed darkness inside my brain
Becoming infested in this sickness of silence
Finally broke down and screamed out in violence
Take it all back and pretend it never happened
Mask the wounds as the day lay dampened
ExposureWe live in the shadows
Waiting for the night
Before baring our souls
We've kept out of sight
We wait for the moment
When the time is right
Because we can't bare our souls
We've kept sheltered from the light
Grown DeepMy eyes and skin caressed by moonlight,
Soul is that entity elusive that
Has yet to be swum in by love.
Grown in shaded isolation,
Deep within a wild ancient forest,
Like a starving animal, I seek
The method to quench my thirst for rest.
Rivers of sorrow and verse converge;
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
FailureThey stand around me, everywhere.
They used to laugh but now they stare.
Anger, sadness in their hearts.
Hate me and my broken parts.
All their souls I broke to pieces
haunt me, blame me without ceases.
I see them when I'm all alone.
I see them as my heart breaks down.
All their fret, I can't ignore.
All this, I can't take no more.
Age of ReasonUpon souls inspection
I learned I fear deception
and hate rejection
thus leading to my love life's dose of lethal injection
When You See MeWhen You See Me
When you see me
What do you seek
Do you see a vast ocean
Dancing and crashing in my eyes
Along with a brilliant shine
How the ocean blue
So open and confused
That tint my tears with bitter salt
knowing it wasn't my fault
Do you wish to cut me open
Just to see what you'll find
Split my chest wide open
Thinking I will bleed and it will be just fine
You only seek my creation.
But your expectations
Will only be shown as mountains
My heart pounds
Like a horse's hooves to the ground
Where I am free to search
For what I've found
And to know I am okay
To live another day
My breath is like the open breeze
Whistling in the morning
I Don't Even Know Where To BeginI don't even know where to begin
Shall I start with your hobbies
Or where you've been?
What's your middle name
And what's your favorite sin?
The list goes on forever
And I don't even know where to begin.
Do you like long walks in the park
And day dreaming in the dark?
Do you pass love notes in class
Or do you carve them in tree bark?
There's so much I want to know
And I don't even know where to begin.
So let's start with what I know...
I know you rock, and I know you roll
I know you're shy, not afraid to cry
And I know your heart
Is as pure as your soul.
You're as infinite as the sun
And I've only just begun
A Sound Unheard From A Love UnsaidDoes the heart make a sound
Besides the beating and the pound?
Does it cry out and sing?
Singing you, I have found
When the lights were out
My heart did not shout
Did not scream, did not beat,
Did not wander about
Now I think to myself
"Was it I that found you?"
On a shelf I lied, dusty and used
With a heart in your chest as beautiful as you
You dusted me off and made me brand new
When your eyes met with mine
My heart finally made that a sound
Besides the habitual beating and pound
It cried out and sang
"It was you who found me
It was you who saved me
It was you who changed me
And it was I who's heart speaks true
I Know Of A GirlI know of she, like she is the sea
The sea may seem dangerous,
But is beautiful and free
I've spoken to the sea
And she spoke back to me
And said "A future without he
Is a future without me"
He gave up on the sea
And the sea gave up on she
Now nothing left of he
But a life of secrecy
She gave security
Now insecure is the sea
And you will be
A dream that's worth dreaming
You think yourself unloved
I say you're a specialty
A diamond in the rough
The sweetest piece of candy
You are the sea
The key for life to be
And if without the sea
How dry the world would be"
She cried "No that's not me
I Spy A Siren's LieI spy with my little eye
A beautiful princess walking by
With a spying eye, I mumble a "Hi"
"Hi" she replies so shy, with sigh
She spoke the words of those above the sky
Saying "I've broken something, I cant deny.
I can use a mend if you dont mind."
She opened up her heart and let me inside
I took a look around where secrets reside
I stepped upon the tombs where past loves now lie
Her heart, then, locked closed and kept me inside
She spoke "Now I Have You Always, And Forever
You Are Mine."
So Why Stop ThereI've given you my heart, so why stop there?
You've replaced my cravings and my need for air
Should've sewn my worries to your well-being
Now I'm lying all alone, a moan the only sound I bare
But I will not stop there, my care for you's too strong
You're too much of a "right" for there to ever be a "wrong"
So as you rest alone, dreaming of dreams come true
Why not dream together and make this short life
But why stop there?
The Loud Silence of the JadedThe children unrest, sugar-high, obsessed.
The loners linger, the loners retreat from the rest.
The lovers caress, the world thier nest.
The gothic opressed, emotionally stressed.
A world so loud.... so quiet.
The silent, so trampled, so hidden.
The silent reside under the rocks
you walk beside.
The silent, oblivious and omnicient
both an insect and a god.
The silent, no fraud.... no fraud.
Flawed and poisoned, a ticking bomb.
No brain, no organs, no heart, and no soul.
Just thoughts, wishes unanswered habitualy,
physically plucked by mental inspectores,
inspectingour expectations, failed quota,
failed waste of breath, false
The Last Remaining StarThere must be silver linings
There must be a shred of hope
Is all in all, all we see?
Just painfull ways to cope
But not of death nor sadness
just tis the human way
to believe they're more than dirt
as the world drips away
To claim that one's alive
means to call your own self dead
while the rivers run vertical
into the sky that burns red
and when rain turns to ash
I will fly my way to you
I will lift you off your feet
to hold you, and feel renewed
Watching your dreams fall
I cannot bare the thought
So why not fall in love
and ignore the world we forgot
because an angel among this Earth
you have been and always will
Cierra, 2005seven year-old prey
for juvie girls
eleven and thirteen
with sloppy hair
and sloppy clothes,
bragging about broken noses
bloody faces, and the places
they were forced to go
as though it even mattered to me
in the wake
of a seven year old crying
because iron plated hearts
don't know how / don't care to stop
forgotten little girl
i took her in at 12
when the nurses and the techs
could not break us apart
little girl with a broken heart, she
told me that her parents
didn't want her
why are you so nice to me
she asked when i talked down the angry giants,
and i said aloud, i said to her
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
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