LonelyIt's strange to be surrounded by people yet still feel isolated,More Like This
it was a new feeling to me yet I already knew it was one I hated.
Left to suffer by myself and cry,
wondering again and again...why?
What did I do to deserve this?
Left alone with the memories of the people I missed.
Of the family who turned their backs on me,
of all my friends that failed to see.
I'm still here, where they left me,
left here in the dark where I can't break free.
Surrounded by nothing and empty inside my heart,
abandoned here to slowly but surely crumble apart.
This is a lonely existence to face,
away from my loved ones in this dank dark place.
The whispers of memories echoes in my mind,
A sorry replica of the peace that I wish I could find.
Why am I here?
Didn't you realise this was my biggest fear?
Forgotten in the dark, left to drink my own sighs,
to choke on those bitter Goodbyes.
Immobile. Can't speak, move, hear or see.
I had no idea just how miserable this would be.
If I hade known- had realised I'
You'll Find the LightDon't worry my dear.More Like This
You will be all right.
Whenever you fear,
Just search for the light.
If you seek, you will find it.
Just wait and you'll see.
You'll find that happiness
That will set you free.
Just keep pursuing
And follow your dream.
While things may not always
Appear as they seem,
You'll find that shine
To show you the way,
That'll bring in the sunlight
And keep the darkness at bay.
This is the TimeI open my eyesMore Like This
Looking around I see
Nothing but an ocean of waste
A desert of lies
They told us
Many years ago
Of the dangers that resided beneath our feet
The bugs destroy
The animals will kill
The plants get in the way
Of our world
They said we needed to chop
To release these helpful fumes into the air
That they will rid of the pests!
That they will make more room for us!
We wonder why our world is getting so hot.
As we continue to chop trees for more space
The Earth is getting hotter
We’re running out of time,
And what used to be
All our luxury,
Our temporary sanctuary
Is now a dry, dry world
Filled with dust, and a sun with no restrictions
This is the time
To better our world
To better ourselves
Before our nightmares come to life.
I Am...I am the bullet that hits an unsuspecting victim.More Like This
I am the knife that pierces organs and arteries.
I am the rogue wave that pulls you under.
I am the peice of food that gets stuck in your throat.
I am the hospital test results no one wants to hear.
I am the car pile up that leaves no one unharmed.
I am the earthquake that brings buildings down upon people.
I am the plane crash that will devastate hundreds- even thousands- of people.
I am the storm that smashes sailors and their ships onto rocks.
I am the fire that destroys buildings and lives.
I am the fall that breaks someone's neck.
I am the avalanche that buries people alive...never to be rescued.
I am the ledge people throw themselves off of.
I am the terminal illness that kills you slowly.
I am the heart attack that you never recover from.
I am the coma that makes people pull the plug.
I am the reason people plan funerals.
I am the thing that creates orphans and widows.
I am the thing people fear.
I am Death.
And I don't care w
SecretsPeople do not have secrets.More Like This
Secrets have people.
Two dastardly demons- Situation and circumstance- sell us to them.
They use us as hosts, sewing our lips shut and hiding in our eyes, where they chatter and grin at unsuspecting people.
We are chained to these secrets, and as we carry them, they call to partners and force us to carry their friends also.
We carry them with weary limbs an heavy hearts; full of shame, regret, remorse...pain.
If we are lucky- we can banish these masters of our souls. We can throw them up to the heavens, or scream and shriek and banish them down to hell.
But when we do that...more wicked secrets form and claw their way down our throats to have their wicked way with us and our lives.
They cling to our flesh like a second skin, and won't seep away until we are no more than bones and fading memories. Memories that become tainted by a secret whispering into the ears of others.
We do not have secrets.
a flameA life,More Like This
Gone with a breeze,
With a breath,
A single moment and it's never seen again.
There are always others,
Never the same.
Broke HeroesTo all those with Broken Heroes,More Like This
Smile in the sight of sorrows.
A heart beaten by lies of loved ones,
Will shine once more as the days of youth.
For, I have not one Hero of youth that
Hasn't fallen in my eyes, even if penance be met.
To be "acting like..." or "sounding like..."
Screams, "Will I be the same as they ended?"
Pauses my heart for thought. The question...
Is up to me? Can I... Will I be able to...
Smile in the sight of sorrows?
My Broken Heroes have not ended as of yet.
Dreams and penance can still be met.
And, I ask, "Can I be, in the end, their Hero?"
i'm not your symphony but i'm orchestrated anywaysit's not easy to explain --More Like This
but i'm a rushed symphony of heartbeats, quick breaths and hiccups. i'm not made of skin and bones, but a complicated sentence structure and thoughts that i spew out before i even finish them.
i'm messy in all the wrong ways.
and i'm not right in any of the ways that matter. but still you're always here, picking me up when i fall, kissing me goodnight, making a life with me one day at a time. and you haven't gone yet but i'm always moving so how long can you stay. how long can i expect it. how long is too long when you're living and loving and breathing and hell, if i can't stay still i'll mess this up for sure. i just need a minute, to think, to stop, to be. so i can be yours forever.
all i know is that i'm a constant frenzy -- a kaleidoscope of words and ideas and minutes and clumsy steps and i don't know what i'm doing, but i'm always shifting and moving and growing and going and going
and going and
until i'm standing still again.
no one can stop
Crimson TruthsMore Like This
What I desire will never
desire me in return.
As the actress I am, no one
sees the distress in my heart.
these are not beautiful,
I force them from me and a
sharp, burning rage replaces them.
I am trapped in the wrong form
and this body pollutes me.
A woman who is not female.
My pain is unknown to most,
my true beauty hidden from
To others I am ugly.
I am strange, I am impure.
The fourth-rate corpse with no
Demoted again and again,
insulted and injured by
handsome dogs on tight leashes
and icy superiors.
What I want refuses me.
Apparently happiness is my
The golden fruit on a branch
that is forever just out of my
The Stepmother's TaleI found a man in my garden bed,More Like This
Picking herbs for his wife, he said,
For she was hungry and heavy with child.
"For greens, your daughter is mine," I smiled.
So after the birth, I took her away
To a tall, doorless tower where she would stay.
I was her mother, she my one care--
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair!"
But then a prince came and stole her young heart,
So I cut her long locks and let her depart.
I took her tresses for my own
And saw how beautiful I had grown.
Then I wondered: could I, too,
Find a prince so valiant and true?
I married a king, to my delight,
With one daughter named Snow White.
Though his age was quite obscene,
I was his happily cherished queen.
Until -- "Mirror, on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?"
Was my stepdaughter fairer than I?
Jealousy declared that she must die!
I followed her deep into the forest
To where dwarves mined; "Hi ho," they chorused.
Disguised, I fed her an apple so red
That after one bite she was thoroughly dead.
Senryu Series 111.More Like This
choosing the devil
her parents question
the kids unpack
another old knot
I add more spice
to the ramen
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