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DustDusty fingers move quickly,
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
Lopsided FeelingTears run down my face, I cry
Inside and out but you dont know why
It because of your skull of steel
That my thoughts dont turn your wheel
Im weakened and starved by your words
But that doesnt meant Ill allow my flesh to be eaten by the birds
I amI am the child that waits
I am the child that fears
I am the child that worries you'll never be here.
I am the teen that hits
I am the teen that cries
I am the teen who is always asking 'Why?'.
I am the adult that works
I am the adult that fears
I am the adult of the child that waits for me to be there.
Excerpt from OAJ:TSO1969A1979 The soft hues of the sky were contrasted by the dark rich colored ground. The feeling of the dirt squeezing through the cracks of my toes tickling my senses. The intoxicating aroma of home-made food made by caring hands. Tender words of controversy whispered into a young boys ear. Hands sending shock waves of pain.
So thats howd you describe that summer if you were a strange looking at your situation? She questioned with a snooty manner. Yes, but I doubt anyone could tell it so vividly as I, since I am the one who experienced it, The man smiled almost challengingly. So what about- She began but was immediately interrupted by an angry burst from the man. Thats over now, Ive been here for how many years? He paused as if he wanted her to answer. Ten, ten years Ive had time to heal and get over it. It was a small incident that has never been repeated! I was confused, sure, but Im over it
Thicker Than WaterYou lost your life, I wanted to take mine
You always took the easy way out
Sunny California soon became cold DC Winters
Rather send me across the states into mother embrace
Didn’t know then you’d done me a favor
Drugs led to mental descent
Murder was your problem solver
So many secrets I was afraid to expose
To salvage your tarnished history
But these skeletons have been screaming at me for too long
My closet cannot hold a dead man’s baggage no more
Liquor proved to be your undoing
As it was almost mines
Led by example, right?
Mind fooled into believing in forgiveness;
Even shedding tears for your soul
But the lies we tell ourselves always revealed
Even as you lay buried, I feel hatred, callous, pain, malice
Emotions make sense; your blood runs through me
We’re not so different after all.
You stopped believing in fariesTo the boy who never grew up
and parades around in suits,
Make a wish.
You created smiles dusted with magic
and embedded them in my mind.
Pick a place,
In a world within a world
where imagination infects like laughter.
Hold my hand.
We visit one more time
to remember the dreams that once were.
Return home soon
FriendshipWhat is a friend?
The answer is simple:
A friend is a person from your heart.
A friend makes sure to keep you safe and never permanently harm you.
A friend may fight with you, but both your anger will turn into laughter soon after.
A friend puts a smile into your heavenless day.
A friend jokes around, may it be with stories, art, gibberish, or simply their aura.
A friend is protective and loyal-
if someone hurts you then they are nearly certain to to get on them with facts and persuasion.
A friend has pure empathy for you.
A true friend is to the end, which is never.
A true friend is immortal in spirit and will never leave.
A false friend will die immediately and turn to dust at your feet,
and if you let them,
they will poison you until your soul vanishes and nothing is left but darkness.
But the true friend is an incarnation of love,
forever and always.
in honor of ~Issy-kun
iMy mother gives away kisses
Like handfuls of halloween candy
Given to strangers in the hope
They don't trick her later
So now I don't know how
To keep my affections
Without giving myself away
Little by little each time
In the hopes I can pretend
I'm not tricking them now
My father buys me things
To fill a void
He helped create
It never seems to be filled
So he keeps stuffing it
In hopes both of us
Will feel less guilty at the end of the day
So now I don't know how to feel sad
And I take in selfishness
To fill a void I let open
In hopes I feel less guilty at the end of the day
HomophobiaThere was once a boy in sixth grade who came out as gay. He didn't paint his nails or do his hair different, or even dress different. He just told everyone who he was, how he was born. The next day another boy beat him until he passed out in the hall. When he woke up, all his money was gone and he had the word 'faggot' written on his forehead. Everyone looked at him and laughed, even his so called 'friends.' He went home and cried all night, until he cried himself to sleep. Acts like this repeated until every time someone came near him he shied away. The same boy committed all these acts, an was getting more and more popular by the second. The boy stopped coming to school, and the bully wondered where his victim had went. As he wondered, he wasn't paying attention. He ran right into someone, who automatically put something in the boy's pocket and hit him in the stomach. When he got back up, he held his stomach and pulled the thing the stranger had put in his pocket out. It was a note,
Beaten DownA large grin from ear to ear:
torn off my face.
Why must you beat me down,
do you thrive on my pain?
You must feel pretty damn strong then
but tell me,
do you enjoy
when your one love screams at you
calling you abusive?
Even more so,
I'm done with beating myself down
because of you.
When my last resort is wielding a knife;
I tear myself apart.
I don't want to threaten you
but you leave me no choice.
Although you're definitely not my father,
what kind of "guardian" are you?
Just who do you think you are?
Who is she?She pushes people away
for reasons not clear
Can it be
she likes to be alone
or is she scared
to be on her own
regardless of what her heart says
when she begins to think
she is filled with dread
always second guessing herself
wondering how to please the world
but who is this girl?
she can smile when need be
cry when she's had enough
even if its a single tear
but who is this girl?
obedient to the end
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