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'Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk as if I were beside you'
Overshadowed by a mass of dark clothed figures.
I lie dormant.
A discoloured winged beast looms on to my wooden chest.
I remain serene.
Devout anointed words are uttered to comfort the whimpers.
I wait inertly.
The approving earth begins to proximate and crumble.
I continue to rest in harmonious tranquillity.
'WHY?? WHY??? Why couldn't you have taken me instead',
The teary distraught maternal architect uncontrollably bellows.
All of nature is subdued.
My inanimate heart smiles.
For I know this is not the end.
Keep me alive in your memories my loved ones and friends.
On an unchartered date we will all descend.
And life will resume again.
To Whom I CallShe is no doubt a strange kind
One of the best you'll ever find
You might think what I speak is odd,
but do me a favor and just nod.
I know for certain you can see
her pure soul is caged, not free.
My wish alone is to open her eyes
past through all the impudent lies.
Such unfathomable love, she can but give
but there are none brave enough to receive
the gift and the curse stored in her heart
Fools and cowards, they all depart.
Frustrated, lonely, she turns upon herself.
Uttering hatred and envy, she's locked in a shelf.
Fighting a war within wars,
everything she once was, kept in bars.
An ugly face, imperfect hair
She can't stand to see herself bare.
Mirrors of reflection become enemies of fiction,
where on earth did it go, your inspiration?
For as I lay upon you, my sight.
You are nothing but awe, beauty and delight.
Intricately crafted by the hands of wonder,
have faith and strength, do not falter.
To whom I sing my song of praise,
may the music forever stay in lace.
All these writte
It Doesnt Fit MeIt Doesn't Fit Me.
I don't feel comfortable in it.
I'm not sure if it's me.
There's a mark on mine.
Mine is about two sizes too big.
Why is mine so small?
This colour doesn't suit me at all.
I wish it were longer.
It doesn't fit me in the waist.
Why is there so much excess material?
Mines a bit loose on the hips.
I can't breathe in it.
It just doesn't feel right.
Who ever designed this is blind.
How am I supposed to get a date in this?
However this is one item you cannot return,
No matter how much money you earn.
It is the material you are born with,
So try not to detest or resist.
There is no twenty-eight day return policy.
You must learn to love the fabric you are in with honesty.
Accept the image that is reflected in the mirror.
And maybe then he or she will take you out to dinner.
LullabyWhen it's bedtime,
My mommy will come and kiss me goodnight,
My daddy will tuck me in,
And they will sing a lullaby.
Time for bed,
Rest your head
When it's getting late,
Mom will point me to bed,
Dad will tell me listen to my mother,
And they will watch the evening news.
We'll be here,
Have no fear
When it's past curfew,
Mom will scold me,
Dad will be too drunk to talk,
And they will argue through the night.
Turn the lights off,
And we'll talk real soft
When it's past morning dark,
She will blame herself,
He will have walked away,
And I will sing myself a lullaby.
It's just us two,
We love you.
In the Rain"I could be a soccer player," I said aloud, to no one in particular. I gave the crumpled soda can another good, harsh kick, and sent it rolling down the street. Rain was drizzling lightly, but still seemed to wash away all color from the deathly quiet city. "If I ever finish high school, that is."
It was tedious, walking by gray walls, gray stores, and gray people. Everyone had some place to be, something to do, someone to be with. Not me.
I kicked the can again. It crashed against a garbage can, inches away from a sleeping homeless man. He immediately awoke, and his face melted into this uncontrollable, raging monster.
"Watch it, damn kid!" he yelled, glaring at me. "What the hell you doin'?"
Another person who hated me. What's new? I tuned out the rest of his curses, and walked on.
Taking a left, I crossed the street, not bothering to check for cars. A taxi can come hit me anytime now, and I wouldn't care less. I heard screeches on brakes and shouts from angry city drivers
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