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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
To My SisterYou dress like a Disney Princess,
And play with pretty dolls;
Your laughter warms our hearts,
Your smile lifts our souls.
You stumble when you walk,
And you can’t say my name;
You dance to invisible music,
Everyone says we’re the same.
You have curly blonde hair,
And big brown eyes;
A smiling flower of a face,
And chubby baby thighs.
You will grow to be big,
And you will change;
You’ll learn the world’s scary,
As much as it is strange.
If I could give you one tip,
And know that you’d follow it,
It’d be: be who you are,
Live like there’s no tomorrow.
Don’t strive for beauty,
Don’t live for lies;
Find beauty in living and
Keep putting beauty into
Other people’s lives.
happy family.and it would make no difference
if these walls could
because even they know when
to keep quiet.
Prodigal's SearchProdigal's Search
Tormented in school, berated at home
A constant need to live this life alone
I finished school to go abroad
My heart weighed with a heavy load
And every step I took then
Echoed with my mother's voice
An empty heart and a sad soul
Need time to recover and become whole
I needed to live among caring men
So I would not relive that life again
But still I heard that woman's voice
I wandered far and away back then
Vowing never to return home again
Haunted and hounded by my mother's ghost
Peace is desired but it has a heavy cost
Only now at the side of one I love
Who heals and soothes with a velvet glove
Does that voice soften and sound like the wind
And drift away like my dreams from my mind
And in the end I realized
That only my father and my sister cared
The former supported me till now more than I knew
The latter supports me at every thing I do
And I no longer hear that awful voice
There real.You say they are myths?
Well I've seen the truth.
It's amazing how hurt, and lies can get you.
How your mind is like a clock.
A ticking time bomb perhaps.
Sanity is waiting.
Waiting just to be snapped.
You say you don't fear the woods.
There's nothing to be afraid.
The wind feels good across your face.
Well darling, you don't know what game you've started to play.
These stories are all fake you say?
Nothing to fear.
But now you have traveld to the woods.
Fear, the monsters are near.
You say you will play the game.
The game that you have won.
Your not afraid to test your fate.
Say it is all just good fun.
Well don't say okay, he will kill you now wait and see.
For you've met with a terrible fate haven't you?
Or you say you don't sleep.
You just don't feel we'll.
but here comes the prince.
The prince of hell.
A slick of the blade will
post-crisiswell, now it's all over and gone
memories linger, and pain
triumphs lost to tear-stains
the worst part is you'll never know why
though you'll try to figure it out, put it to rest
your head tells you to give up,
but your heart won't let go.
Sleep, Little ChildHush, little child,
Close your weary eyes
And rest well
For you are in good hands.
You need not worry what tomorrow brings,
The sun will bring a new day for you,
Welcoming you into this world,
A brand new life awaits just for you.
And do you know what else, little child?
You've got your whole life ahead of you,
Whether that path is a long or short one
Rough or simple
You will make it and if you should
If you should make mistakes
Feel pain or sorrow,
You will grow stronger
And braver someday.
So don’t be scared, little child,
The world is at your finger tips
And when it comes closer
Catch it in your little hands
And hold it close to your heart
Because one day you will be able to see
The love it holds inside for you.
Oh, little child
You don’t even know
How lucky you are to be here,
And maybe you’ll never know,
You might not know for a very long time
You might never know throughout your whole life.
Most people don’t,
And that’s okay
Because you a
vulture of the nighti woke up to the sound
walking the stairs
you're coming my way and
tears start streaming down my face
i try to hide between the sheets, but i know i will be seen
and you will look at me.
lying about pregnancy is
(i'm sorry you were never born)
The Sister from HeavenWhat can I say that can possibly do justice to how incredible you are?!
Macie, you give me so much hope and happiness!
As I write these words I can't help but feel honored to know you
The words escape me that can properly express what you mean to me
You fill my heart with such joy that is so rare to find sometimes.
RPing with you is one of the few things I look forward to most when I go to the library.
Your art is so beautiful!
Your stories are amazing!
Oh, What I wouldn't give to see you in person and thank you for everything!
But the truth is, Macie....
I can never thank you enogh!
I've done nothing compared to all you've done for me, Sis!
You've told me lately to look to the future.
And honestly, the future seems so far away.
All I can focus on is the present
and living from day to day.
I feel like I have no future.
Like I have nothing to shoot for.
My future lies in the love of my friends
Including the most incredible sister!
Macie, U will forever
FrednyToday it has been five years since you died
And I have missed you every day
Of my miserable life
Since I was ten
And mum called me to tell me you had gone
In the middle of Easter
I was sick when I went to your funeral
“Please, can’t we go home, mum, please”
Because it was horrible
Meeting with family members I never knew
Or never met again
Because you weren't there and all they did
Was eat cheesecake
And make stupid small talk
I remember when we buried your ashes
It was only me and mum and my aunt and my cousin
And the memory is etched into my mind
Because I have barely
Visited your grave
And that’s a disgrace
Because I should visit every day
But I don’t.
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