Dusty 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 FB Fan-FictionThree hundred sixty two days, Kyou reminded himself with an indifferent voice.
The cat couldnt figure out that out of everyone that he could never see again, why did she have to go. Why did she have to leave him in the shadows. Why couldnt she stay? Within his mind he kept replaying the scenario constantly over and over again in his brain even though he knew the answer. The carrot top shook his head fervently trying to shake the images of her delicate kind face from his head. He was foolish to love her, to care for her, and to try to protect her.
To try and defy God...
The wind blew solemnly tossing hair in his face. Closing his eyes he let stray strands of hair tickle his furrowed brow. Fat puffy grey beasts rolled around the sky soaking up its moisture, they growled with pleasure as they began to approach the Sohma residence. Just as the young man stood up and began to file out curses towards the clouds he heard the petite slam of a d
Justice Before EqualityWe need justice because even with the "Every Body is Beautiful" campaign the "healthy body" is slim and underweight.
We need justice because even with marriage equality there are homosexual men and women being denied food, jobs, shelter and even love from their own parents.
We need justice because even with racial equality there are thousands of innocent coloured people being killed for crimes they did not commit.
We need justice because even with gender equality there are women being paid way under that of men.
We need justice because even with our constitutional rights police can invade our home for being "too suspicious".
We need justice because even if transgender awareness is spreading there is still a ratio of 1 in 12 being killed before they're thirty.
We need justice because even with religion equality if one is not christian they are not considered normal.
We need justice because there is still children being made fun of for having a mental and/or physical handicap.
We need ju
The TeacherIn wisdom first, to proudly reign
Philosopher and king, the same
And leading captives in your train.
O son of combat, turn again;
Your first love calls you: counsel, thought,
You traded them, and dearly bought
Your flesh, your satisfaction, won
And at what cost is all this done?
A race all kings have sorely run.
(There's nothing new beneath the sun)
And you in all your wisdom, blind
In seeking what you cannot find.
For there it was in temple stone,
Married to your mighty throne.
You the arbiter, now grown
To stand in empty courts alone.
Wisdom, love, and favor, lost.
Your heart alone knows well the cost.
ICH WEISSvon dort hinein woher Das Licht
so wie warum woher so dicht
und kalt warum so kalt das licht
wer wie weiß wie wie staub die schicht
ich weiß ich weiß ich träume nicht
und wer warum oh du der lacht
wohin ihr wie ich weiß ihr wacht
warum ich nicht wie ihre macht
wie staub Nein Schnee so sacht so sacht
ich weiß ich weiß es ist nicht nacht
real warum vergisst die sicht
kenn euch hab euch wo Vor Gericht
nicht jetzt wohin geh weg das licht
ihr kommt ich weiß da glas das bricht
ich weiß ich weiß oh bitte nicht
NarniaOne childhood I had, but truthfully two;
Nay, more than two worlds were my dwelling place.
For every book I inwardly flew
To lands much impressed and never erased
From the light in my heart, writ on my face
And etched in my soul with a lock and key--
And every book opens them for me.
oN iiN2aNiiTYI feel the air crushing
My pulse rushing
My veins restricting
The world swirls black
Lines shift and fade
My brain loses track
Of this insane masquerade
The words I hear
I do not know whose they are
Many voices in my ear
At first they appear from a far
Slowly the voices grow near
Louder, more intense
Scared, but no fear
For I have a defense
I think back to what you said
I concentrate, concentrate
They scream from the dead
My mind they desecrate
The words surround me
Some shout unintelligibly
Others whisper in glee
Fighting for control allegedly
I can hear them fuss and argue
Contradicting each other
Telling me things that aren’t true
Until their words begin to smother
I can feel the madness
I block them out
“LEAVE” I shout
Laughter, without a doubt
I start to pace about
I can’t take this
Something I can’t miss
The air grows crisper
Compassionate EmpathyThe wind blows cheerfully, and the leaves busily scatter;
The chill in the air hangs thick like a fat-filled bladder.
Seeing you shiver in the night, I will share a personal note;
Were I there, I would give you my warm coat.
With each passing breath, there is a little more decay;
With a will of its own, Time marches onward every day.
Though my thoughts I do not always say, I will now relate;
Were I there, I would help bear the load of life's heavy plate.
Differences can create deep valleys of sorrow and pain;
These points align and can create emotional strain.
We follow different creeds and do not share a mother;
If I were there, I would embrace you like a beloved brother.
Share these words at both dinner tables and every hearth;
Their message speaks across time and distance across the Earth.
Though life is lived fast today, a moment is all it takes for concern;
Compassionate empathy beckons you, waiting for you to discern.
Poisoning MusesAnd you are why I write
My pen ink-poison dipped
Unsettling, hopeless sight.
May muses thus be gripped,
Transfixed as blood flows out
Where wing-like pen was clipped.
And may I never doubt
The force of pouring ink
To ease the come-about
Of everything I think
On paper, writ in blood
Like my own grail to drink.
In pain and purpose, poisoned on page
To bear my words out from where they're caged.
Sameness or DifferenceIt's okay to be different,
what makes the earth spin around?
Your courage, strength, ingenuity,
builds from the power within
I told you once that it would be boring,
if all minds were the same,
if all souls were same in purity,
if all hearts pulsed as one...
No one would be unique, beautiful,
precious in their own way.
No one would find opportunities,
marking on their pathways.
Future days would become today..
“What about easier?”
If difference helped the earth spin,
would sameness make it stop?
Would sameness break the devices,
that prevents the gripping vices?
To some, it would never happen,
but to those who differ disagree.
Because saving the human race,
is something that is hard to reach with grace,
above what we could do and achieve,
with forces besides us at a steady pace..
Out Of The LinesYou can’t hear all the words
That still run through my mind
As I spin with the Earth
Falling out of the lines
I can’t colour inside
When there’s so much to see
So I’m damaged by pride
As it colours through me
Still you can’t see the way
That my words want to bleed
Like you can’t see the breaks
That still have yet to be