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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.....
Autumn ApplesLike the crisp red outer,
of the apple in your hand,
the autumn sun lay down,
upon the leaf covered land,
spread out across the colours,
of red, orange and greens,
and created something,
more beautiful than you'd ever seen.
Down to the streets
Below. And it runs
Into Rivers rushing
Past fields and forests, rushing
Ever onward swimming into
The expanse of the deep blue sea only
To return to the expanse between Earth
And star lit Space only to fall again as
On a warm summer morningOn a warm summer morning,
Have a cup of sweet tea outside
And take some time to appreciate
The beauty of intricate lace
Weaved by shadows of emerald branches
On a blanket of sunshine beneath your feet.
Crescent MoonThe sun sinks low
in the late afternoon
The bright sickle blade
shall be rising soon
The misty lake echoes
the ghostly cry of the loon
The wind has gone
ceased its whispering tune
The pale light shines
through the dark below
The ocean tides
still rise and flow
The Ancient trees
will forever grow
In the light of the crescent moon
Mein VogelDoch hier, am Dach der Welt
Streckst du deine Flügel
Befreist dich von der Welten Zügel
Weil uns dort nichts mehr hält.
Spürst die Freiheit unter den Schwingen
Badest in neuem Glanz
Doch hältst auf ewig deine flücht'ge Distanz
Zu denen, die die dunklen Schatten bringen.
Flieg, mein Vogel, flieg mit für mich
Ich kann nun nie mehr zu dir kommen
Hätt' ich doch wohl zu gern mit dir den Himmel erklommen
Doch diese Reise ist nur für dich,mein Vogel, wahrlich unendlich.
A Plea Throughout the AgesYou mock me, O cowardly Face!
Through the night, from dusk to dawn,
You pull me close, but ne’er embrace,
And come the day leave me forlorn.
From the birth of time I thought you mine,
But despite your beauty, silver Face,
Your gilded heart, though surely divine-
Is darkly cruel and void of grace.
Your nights’ watch is dark, it’s hard to see.
Shall I tell you of my life, bright one?
Of how I am trapped and yet so free,
Of how I’ve conquered and yet am won?
See, a hundred thousand souls are mine,
Some dead, some lost, some yet to die.
First they fear, in the end are supine,
For of my strength none can deny.
In my shallow ‘scapes and hollow holes
My plethora of kin all thrive.
My fearless hunters and clever shoals
Fighting endless battles to survive.
But for you, dear Face, I am my own.
The puny folk who think to own me
Will moan and groan as they waste to bone,
After they tremble and try to flee.
For they only poison, lay waste, thieve,
And I am stretched to
Nature in MotionThe golden sun poured over the earth like honey
And soaked the leaves of the mimosa trees
As the pink bottle brush blossoms blow in the breeze
Dew drops dazzle on dainty dandelions
While I hear the buzzing of bumblebees
They circle the sunflowers and land on the petals
Swinging from it swiftly like a circus trapeze
BreakableFlower petals break
As all delicate things do
It's our history
That we're bound to repeat
While we watch the precious bloom fall
ThunderA blinding flash
A deafening crash
An echo across the plain
The darkening sky
The wind rises high
You feel the urge to fly
The waves of rain come roaring down
To splash and pound against the ground
Spears of lightning like glittering chains
Wrap the heavens in their fiery embrace
Then the rumbling so deep and low
It quakes the essence of your soul
The pounding of hammers in the forge
The crash of shield and sword
Feel it shake you to the core
Through the chaos that reigns below
The mighty thunder roles
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.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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