The Piano BoyMore Like This
What melody does this young one play
Of silent eyes and starlit rain
Moonlit winds drift by him round
As echoed notes reach out in vain
Yes, my eyes are captured by
And heart by stricken lullaby
That he does orchestrate on whim
As shattered notes force me to cry
And yet, while echoes touch my heart
Not another soul does start
Drifting by on journeys end
Nothing near to a remark
But he plays not for my love for him
Nor the scourges' paradigm
But his eyes on the piano rest
Taken as one to his limbs
He does not see me anyhow
His smile starlight in eyes brown
Dare he not look up at me
Lest he cease his melodic sound
Oh, his name I do not know
And love for him I do not own
But his music has captured me
As I look upon this rogue
With no word I shall depart
But imprisoned shall remain my heart
Not in the boy's shining brown eyes
But in the melody lit with stars.
PerfectionFragile and sweet,More Like This
Skin like a doll.
Not a single bit of fat,
Not a single flaw.
Hair so soft,
Eyes so enticing.
Never flat on either ends,
Never someone who can be so easily ignored.
Perfection is all that’s needed,
And perfection is all there was,
But it’s not the type of perfection,
In magazines and books.
It’s not the kind,
That models should have.
It’s not the kind,
That is accepted by most.
My own perfection,
That might be hard to see,
But maybe you should look closer,
Instead of judging everything about me.
SilentlySilently she sits, sad, stopping sobsMore Like This
Escape everything eventually
Scars show seconds spent silently screaming
Waiting, wondering, withering, whispering
Feeling far from freedom
Dismal, dark, damned
Harmfully hoping, helplessly held
She stays silent
BrokenI'm not broken,More Like This
Just a little bent.
All those words you've spoken,
Just left me a little dent.
My heart isn't shattered,
It just has a crack.
Sore, bruised, and battered,
But my tears I hold back.
Please don't worry about me.
I'm fine, I swear.
I just want you to see,
That I'm still able to be repaired.
Even though I'm hurt, damaged, and weakened,
Even though I've felt so much pain.
It doesn't mean I'm truly beaten,
It just means that I'll need a little help again.
Forgive ThemChemo is to CancerMore Like This
As forgiveness is to pain.
It tears you apart from the inside out, scorching your innards and twisting your guts in the most strangest of ways.
The self you created when an offense was made, when the offense was made, will melt away layer by layer.
You must forgive, as painful as it is. Because not forgiving, is lying to yourself, is wearing a mask, is dying.
Your grudge will morph you into something terrifying, into something disgusting.
You'll forever be a slave to this act that was committed against, to this deed that made you “you”.
It will become you.
Your beauty will melt away, only to be replaced with a scornful, atrocious facade. You'll recoil from the world, crumble in the dirt, die and die, all over again.
Forgiveness is hard, but it is not impossible.
Forgive her for hurting you, in any way, shape of form in which she did it.
Forgive him for hurting you, in any way, shape of form in which he did it.
Forgive the thief, the bully, t