#64 Dangerous TerritoryThe clear of mind will not challenge,More Like This
The will of the wolf pack.
Sharp eyes watch your every step,
Ears move to pick up each breath.
Outsiders are enemies,
And enemies are just another kill.
We move as one,
A deadly shadow.
Soundless and invisible.
We hunt without gaining attention.
But we aren't just mindless murder machines.
We are family.
We are safety.
We are hope.
But we are dangerous.
The alpha calls the shots,
The pack moves to obey.
Outsiders are not accepted.
You are part of the pack,
Or you are prey.
You want to be part of the pack.
To question the pack,
Puts anyone in dangerous territory.
#68 Bitter SilenceTrapped in the infinity,More Like This
Of a racing mind.
Voices sound off like sound clips,
Begging me to believe them.
And to believe in them.
But after years,
That pass at a turtles pace,
I've learned to block out
The screaming voices in my mind.
But some days I let them scream.
"It's not right, fix it"
"That's not straight..."
"It's NOT RIGHT DAMMIT!"
"MAKE IT RIGHT!"
Then I block out the noise,
And hide behind pounding bass.
I loose my mind to the music,
And give my heart to the words.
But I know deep down my soul resides,
In peaceful Bitter Silence
WhyWhy do I feel,More Like This
Like they all want to be,
Just like me?
Why when my life,
Has been made a living Hell,
For knowing who I am.
It takes a thick skin to be me.
#65 BoundariesI live inside a space I shudder to let others occupy.More Like This
I shrink away from touches,
And people always wonder.
I live in a world with boundaries no one else sees.
A touch on my hand will make me sick to my stomach.
A hug might almost hurt.
A brush against my arm will put me into shudders.
And sometimes none of it matters.
But then someone gets to close.
Eyes linger to long,
A touch that wasn't needed,
A smile a bit to sweet.
People don't know my boundaries.
I live in a world with walls of steel,
With strings not to be touched,
Lest I run and hide.
I live in isolation,
For fear of contact.
I have been this way forever.
Bound to my boundaries.
And i don't know why.
The Boy's Response."I'm sorry I make you write poetry.More Like This
I wanted to tell you,
But I never could."
And the poet is almost snared again,
By the boys who speaks novocaine words.
Sad sorry eyes,
And promises to be whatever I wish.
No will of his own,
But yet so willful.
And he worries me.
With his wanting,
And what i don't know.
But he known me,
And what's the harm,
When you just keep an icy mind?
The boy who breaths these words I think,
Will simply be my friend.
#74 Summer HazeMy world has turned to tan skin,More Like This
And kisses stolen from the ever watching eyes of mothers.
"Let's fill the tank with gas,
Just drive till we run out of road Babe."
School is as far away,
As Saturn's rings,
Washed out of our heads with the pool water.
Fueled by the heat.
Making us bold and crazy.
There is no sense of time,
As the temperatures climb.
The higher the better.
Summer is our drug.
Puppets of the party,
Addicts of Summer Haze.