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Pink RibbonPink ribbon of support and care
Constant reminders always there
Purple hair bow clipped on
The memories will always dawn
Make up streaked along the face
Where confused tears had chosen to place
Memories perch inside the heart
Always reluctant with them to part
Sadness always replaces emotion
Giving way to new devotion
Friends and family lend their ears
Letting you spill all your fears
Tears are given comfort and welcome
After days you seem numb
But the signs keep returning
And the tears they are yearning
Though your emotions make your head spin
Through the end, the future will begin.
On Hallow's EveCome follow us into the corn maze
Through bristly leaves of corn we'll gaze
As night goes on the dead will raise
And turn the silence into craze
All On Hallow's Eve
The full moon looms high in the sky
And parting clouds begin to pass by
The darkest night will cloud your eye
All On Hallow's Eve
Screams begin to stir the rats
The sky soon fills with screeching bats
And you will spot the smooth black cats
All On Hallow's Eve
The disastrous night you will spend
Searching for your friend
Too early for the end
All On Hallow's Eve
The chaos has grown silent
The dead have come and went
A spooky night well spent
The End. Of Hallow's Eve...
Cry Me RealLet me cry. I'll cry me real.
My emotions. This is how I feel.
Don't tell me again. I know.
But even if you are right. The hurt, it will always show.
Don't listen to them. That is what they all say.
But I am not going to try. That game, I will not play.
This is who I am. That I am of sure.
These tears let go my innocence, a sign of being pure.
Don't tell me they don't mean it. For that just is not true.
You probably would cry as well, if they said it to you.
I don't just want to shrug it off. That just would not be right.
I will not stand up to them, but I will not go without a fight.
My tears, they bring me comfort, in a way no words can do.
So please don't try to stop me. It is something unchangeable by you.
Me.I am insecure.
My hair isn't completely straight.
My eyes are not normal.
I don't smile a lot.
My makeup isn't perfect, nor is my skin.
I have big feet and I tower over many friends.
I cry a lot and let my emotions get the best of me.
I hurt easily.
I have braces.
My teeth do not touch in the front.
I am quiet.
I don't talk in class.
I can't stand up for myself.
My chest is small.
But I am a person and I DO have feelings. If you belittle and disrespect me....You are less of a person. Because I am ME, so like it or not, that is the way it is.
InsanityThe whispering is back. Soft, loud, inaudible. Whispering. I look around and no one is there. The whispering goes on. Secrets, warnings, reminders. I try to pay attention, but the voice just becomes incomprehensible. Who are you!? No one answers. Speaking to myself. Wondering aloud. What are you saying? What do you want? The voice continues. Close in my ear now. I look around. Still no one. Why are you talking? Where are you!? Nothing. Just me. No one else. Loss of my sanity. The whispering goes on.
Promise?You would tell me if you were hurting, right?
You would warn me if you were scared, right?
You would promise me that you would come to school the next day, no matter what they tell you, right?
Promise me you won't ever do something bad to yourself.
Promise me that you won't let the stories that HE tells you make you want to give up.
Don't cry over the setting sun. Don't fall asleep with tears on your cheeks. Don't create thoughts of sadness, or death and violence. Don't make friends with strangers from far away. Don't let the old man on the corner change your mind about who you are. Don't let people abuse you. But....
Most of all...........Don't leave me alone.....
MadrugadaÉpica y serena Madrugada,
la dulce espuma que retumba,
eres la única que mi inspiración ya junta
porque a tus horas me descubro enamorada.
No despecio al Día,
ni a la Noche, ni a la Mañana,
ya que el Día me hace sentir viva,
en la Mañana, mi corazón se despierta, palpita
y la Noche al consuelo de los suelos me consagra.
Madrugada, amiga mía;
no defraudas al poeta,
no defraudas al amor
(los que más saben de esto,
son Selene y Endimión,
refugio hallaron en tu sombra,
refugio ardiente de pasión).
Descanso entre los sueños,
Morfeo, tu estupor...
Madrugada, entre tus horas, guardaré mi corazón.
A Brave, Miniscule WorldHave you ever imagined, ever at all
What it would be like to be real small
Where you had to fend for your life
Where the light bulb glowed, like the edge of a knife
Where the action figures are the size of gods
Where there is no love, no peace, no rest, no laws
Where the dust mites will give you a good fight
You’ll battle all day and all of the night
Where from the top of your bed, you’ll see the land
Of sights so beautiful, so vivid, so grand
But, with one slip, you’re falling to death
With the mites eat your bones on your very last breath
Where the garbage is a cesspool, so vile
Where the shag carpet is longer than the Nile
Where the closet is the biggest of caves
Where shuffling through your laundry
Where vacuums are hurricanes, fearful and strong
Where fans on high lead to winters so long
Where glue is like quicksand, forever trapped there
Can you imagine a world if you dare?
A miniscule land of an endless quest
A huge but small world with a periling test,
The Firefly JarTHE FIREFLY JAR
by Indigo's admin
One summer night
Holding our jars
On a moonlit dusk
In the fields so far
Under the moon's shine
We raise them high
Grass tickling our feet
The glass lifted to the sky
And when fireflies come
Their lights shine in the night
We cup our bottles
And the land, soft and light
We continue the catching
Until the rise of the sun
When we finally know that
Our job here is done
That one summer night
In the fields so far
We come back home
With our firefly jars.
I wishI wish I was the wind, I could fly
be a spirit that wanders the sky
I could swim in the rainy clouds
I could chase seagulls, passing by
I wish I was a ray of light
that makes the days more bright.
I would bounce over green fields
and bring their colors to sight.
I wonder how far I would see
If I were a dew drop atop a Sequoia tree.
I would form every morning
and melt with the sights around me.
I wish I was one of the deadly waves
that lashes the rocky aegean caves.
I would clash with the pirates of the sea
and pull them, to their watery graves.
I wish I could see the world from afar
and streak across the sky, like a scar.
I wonder how it feels to be truly free
Maybe I'll just be a shooting star
TruthWars are raging to hide the truth
People have died to uncover the truth
People want the truth but can't handle the truth
Lies are just evasive ways to tell the truth
I'm resenting people cause I tell the truth
People won't look in the mirror cause they're afraid of the truth.
Many nights I'm up wrestling with the truth
I'm alone most days because I told the truth
The very word incites fear... Truth
Like why don't you always tell the truth?
Propaganda, Hellacious, Alone, Change and War
Are some of my favorite words, but doesn't hold a candle to the truth
The funny thing is, in the end all you have is truth
Dancing in the sea of hopeCome to shore mysterious waves of pure delight,
Sing out your soul to summer's warm light.
Pull me out to sea, soft sighing tides around my feet,
In the passionate embrace summer's radiant heat.
I sink my soul into your depths,
Great sea of life and no regrets.
I rise and meet your surface to be reborn,
In the sweet breath of a grand new dawn.
My singing and laughing I cannot doubt,
Fresh mornings of warmth are always about.
I run up into the blissful skies,
To live in dreams that never cries.
Make them Wise Listen to natures cries
Get through peoples lies
As we open our eyes
Fix the ones who thinks its amazing if someone dies
Blood MoonThe blood moon rises on this night
Burning crimson through the sky
Oh what a wondrous, enchanting sight
Such terrible beauty it makes me cry
I stand transfixed in its burning gaze
And I kneel before its might
My senses are ablaze
And the world seems to ignite
That bloody light awakens
The beast from deep within my soul
My humanity is forsaken
And I have lost all my control
The hunters of the night are howling
They are raging to the moon
My instincts they are screaming
I will be joining the hunters tune
The blood moon shines down in the night
As the hunger claims my soul
That shadowed red and horrid light
Reflects my eyes like burning coals
Suddenly all is luminescent
And so the dark is hewn
By that gleaming silver crescent
Where once gazed the bloody moon
Her silver eye brings silence
And peace returns so soon
Yet who can forget the power
Held by the blood red moon
In the StormDark clouds, gangly, looming over
Streets of asphalt, fields of clover
Quarter sized drops of rain
Splatter along the streets once again
People closing all of their doors
Families retire to household chores
Thunder will roll, lightning across the sky will crack
From outside journeys, we all turn back
The darkened clouds do the sky clear of
A bright new rainbow spreading above
Colors stretch both ways for miles
Evolving frowns into newborn smiles.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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