The Quiet OnesDo you hear us?More Like This
Do you see us?
If so, shhh.
We don't want people to know we are here.
Because we are still works in progress.
We only want the world to see the finished project.
It couldn't bear the agony it takes to get there.
We only want the world to see us when we're through with the bumps and burns and bruises we get for trying to slip up to the top.
We aren't who you think we are.
We aren't the likely candidates.
We aren't being pointed at as the next big thing.
But see that girl in the corner?
She scribbles in her notebook and paints her face with tears. She's writing songs. She has the alto of an angel, but she wants to sing to the beat of her own drum. She can't make audition choirs. She has a self-published album coming out soon.
But see that guy with the computer?
He tap-taps on the trackpad and then uses a stick that belongs in an airplane to pilot a jet on the screen. He's not in an art class because the upperclassmen take his place. He can't take a pilot's class beca
I See AshesWe live in fearMore Like This
In creeping fear
We fear no man
But live in the shadow
Of a nameless
Formless evil that
Sleeps inside the hearts
Of ones we thought we knew.
He is stealthy
But when he strikes
It is quickly
And it has wrought chaos
Everywhere I thought
I was safe.
I used to run from darkness
And I sheltered in
Where there was nowhere to lurk.
But now he's hiding
Under the chair
Behind the desk
In the crack underneath the class door
I can't run away.
I can't turn my back
I can't pretend that the dying flowers
The columbines where life burnt out
Were just a once upon a time.
He is relentless
And he is closer
Closer each day.
A brave warrior will fall
Fall on her face
And the proud hawk will burst
Burst into flames.
You can't stop him.
He can only grow.
Festering in the minds
Of those who touched his work.
Run away if you can.
And if you get far