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"What are we gonna do with her?" Her voice had never sounded so cold.
"You know what we have to do." I couldn't stop shaking.
"I know but when?"
"Tomorrow, I've already made the appointment."
"She'll never agree."
"I don't care what she does. This is about what she did and how we can rectify the situation."
"I'll put something in her breakfast. Doctor Hamilton is a friend. He won't mind a bit of drowsiness.
"Sounds fine, I don't care what you do as long as that abomination is destroyed. With any luck, she'll go with it."
"Just pray for the best."
"Praying? what do they know about praying? No just god would condone such a prayer, and if he does, he is no god of
A Hero. The Ruler.I never meant to be a hero.
I just wanted to make things right.
Never wanted to save the world,
but I felt the need to fight.
No one should have to bow down.
No one should surrender their all,
but he was their shepherd,
and all the sheep were so small.
A dark hero,
valiant and fierce in his desire for freedom.
A white knight,
driven with mad with power, yet seen as a beacon,
and me in the middle,
never wanting a part.
I was filled with desire,
and a thirst to follow my heart.
Now they all look to me,
but how can I rule?
This wasn't the plan.
How could he have been such a fool?
I'm only the black sheep,
just as minuscule and insignificant.
I'm just the one who took a stand,
but now the world is in my hands.
Open The Door. Stop DreamingStop pushing!
Stop blaming me, you're only dreaming.
Give me space.
Let me breathe.
My mind is spinning and my temper seethes.
You've gone crazy.
Yeah, you've lost it.
Tucked yourself away in a mental closet.
The bad things can't see you,
but you can't see the truth!
Can't see I've grown up and you're losing youth.
You can't hear me banging on the door,
can't hear the cracking of the floor.
This perfect world is slipping away.
It's time for you to come out and play.
I'm not scared of you anymore.
I won't go away till you open the door.
I'm glad you're cozy in your imagination,
but guess who had to make up your lack of participation.
I don't love you,
maybe I never will,
but you've got obligations to fulfill.
You've got a kid,
a mouth to feed,
a human to love and lead.
You can't hide forever,
so come out. See what you've done.
Watch you're perfect world come undone.
My Name Was, But Now Is...My name was...
I had no face,
just a mask.
It covered all the secrets,
tucked away the past.
My hands were not my own.
They went without command,
pushing away the ones who loved,
and slicing me up till I could not stand.
My feet carried me on,
just going through the motions.
There was no fear or bitterness.
I could not muster an emotion.
But now my name is...
I let my face show at times.
Sometimes I don't care who sees.
It's exciting and scary,
and it feels so free.
Now, my hands listen,
when they feel like it anyway.
They're stubborn and strict,
but it gets easier by the day.
My feet are walking anew.
Sometimes the path gets rough,
and I want to go back,
but I am confident. I am tough.
I don't know who I am yet,
but I can almost see it.
I'm so close to knowing the truth.
I've come too far to quit.
So, have hope.
Things will get better,
but you'll never get to see it
if you're gone forever.
Her GripBreathing is ragged.
Head is spinning.
You run faster and faster,
but you know she's winning.
As she closes the distance
her voice becomes clear,
whispering your secrets,
and your darkest of fears.
Your energy is waning,
and she's only getting faster,
and you know without a question,
this will end in disaster,
Suddenly there's a grip on your arm,
It's stubborn and strong.
It's all over now.
It's all going wrong.
fly on your way.
live another day.
why are you here?
This place is so dark.
It fills you with fear.
O dragonfly, dragonfly
I fear for your life.
Your flight,once so careless,
is now filled with strife.
Dragonfly, my dragonfly
live on for me.
I know life is hard,
but soon you'll be free.
Dragonfly, poor dragonfly
they try to pull you down,
but your wings need to fly.
I fear you may drown.
Dragonfly, please dragonfly.
They're toxic and mean.
They'll kill you so quickly.
Things aren't as they seem.
Dragonfly, brave dragonfly
you've started your flight.
You're out of the darkness
and headed for the light.
Thank you dear dragonfly.
Now I can be free too.
We're soaring in the light,
and our troubles are few.
I have nothing to writeI have nothing to write,
nothing to share.
I am lost for inspiration,
and I don't even care.
So what if I don't write?
It's not like it's good.
So what if I don't draw?
It's not like I ever could.
I don't need to create.
It's all pointless in the end.
I thought I loved my pen and brush,
but they're just false friends.
Don't ThinkDon't think.
Make your mind go hazy.
Have another drink.
Make the voices go away.
O, make them go away!
I can't take this anymore,
no, not another day.
Drown them all.
Before they take you down.
"But you've already started the fall"
No! Don't think like that.
There's still hope, still time.
It's my choice, not theirs,
mine, only mine.
I can still do this.
I can still win.
I'll take one more drink,
then never again.
I can face this on my own,
without a bottle or knife.
This is my fight.
This is my life.
My Little FlameO little flame,
you once burned so free.
You were bright and warm,
so comforting to me.
But now you wither and cool,
soon to go out.
I hope to restore you,
but my heart's filled with doubt.
I don't have the energy.
I don't have the drive.
I'm sorry little flame.
I can't keep you alive.
And without you, my fire,
there's really no hope for me,
but this was always inevitable,
always so plain to see.
O, flame, I wish it were different.
I wish you could live on,
but it's too late now.
Our time together is gone.
So good bye lovely flame.
Thank you for your time.
I'm glad that for a moment
you were only mine,
and as I watch you fade away,
I can feel myself going dim.
Already I am nothing.
I can't live without him.
My flame was my last hope,
so now I say good bye.
I have no reason to live,
and I wish very much to die.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
End up Like MeDo you ever wish
you could fade into the background,
where the world couldn't see you,
where you didn't have to make a sound?
Do you ever cry
because you don't know who you are,
don't know why your here,
don't want to stay, want to run far?
Do you ever cut,
tear your skin apart,
let the blood drip,
waiting for death to start?
If you do,
turn back now,run,
find your life, your sun.
end up like me,
Empty and hopeless,
through the darkness,unable to see.
love who you are,
or end up like me,
with help so very far.
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