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Published: Dec 22, 2012

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Descent

On the edge... On the winds of agony We fall in space Face to face And all turns to a nebula of stars Hearts beating another song Close your eyes and devour The memories of a time long gone Is this what it means to be alone? As darkness becomes a spectacle Breaking apart to a prism of flowers While we fall to earth Embracing each other as one.

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What is wrong with me?

I'm a monster I'm a freak Save yourself Stay away I lash out I break I hurt I'm sorry I lost control For one moment Pushed over the edge It was too much I can't believe it What is wrong with me? How could I do this? It won't happen again But still stay away Why not? Why be near me? What good is there to hold by? Theres one light left One candle On the outside To relight the others inside

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Maybe

Maybe I won't be fine Maybe I don't know what's wrong Maybe I can't talk about it But maybe I need you to listen Maybe the cuts get deeper each time Maybe too much blood comes out Maybe you'll try and stop me But maybe I won't listen Maybe I want to tell someone Maybe I need to unload all of my problems Maybe you're the only one who can help But maybe I don't want to bother you with my troubles Maybe I'm just scared Maybe I've lost hope Maybe I'm losing control But maybe I was never in control to begin with Maybe I like the way things are Maybe I'm afraid of change Maybe I get a kick out of being so messed up But maybe I'd rather be a nor

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It's Just A Dare

I dare you To tell me to be something I'm not Go on, say it Tell me to hide the truth From all of those I love I dare you To tell me to grow up Go on, say it Tell me I'm childish Because you're so much more mature than me I dare you To tell me who I can and cannot love Go on, say it Tell me that loving certain people is wrong Because your way of thinking is so right I dare you To tell me I'm not normal Go on, say it Tell me that I'm different Even though you and I are both humans You could do all of that In a heartbeat if you wanted to But here's a real challenge: I dare you To accept everyone for who they are Not for who you want them

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Cloudless

I've seen a blind woman Growing cold outside, An older image of Our younger selves. She wears a shard of mirror And a broken sword Screaming "Look at yourself!" She is the scales; she is the statue, She is what we should have always been, But she has long since been replaced by greed. This eternal rain of dust has fallen Down upon the scales, And they're broken, Rusted, and brown... Falling down What gives you the right to Take life away? In the dawning of our darkest hour, Who says what's right? What gives us the right to Take life away? While these images are cutting through A cloudless September sky.

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Abby opened her eyes and instantly felt pain sear through her right arm. She bit at her lip, holding back the pain-filled tears in her pale hazel eyes. She suddenly felt someone stroke her uninjured arm and looked over to see Alex. His face seemed amused and a smug smile played across his lips. Abby flinched her arm away from the man and looked away as well. "Go away," she whispered. "Aww," he pouted. "I thought you'd want to hear about your dear Timothy." Abby immediately turned back to face him, eyes wide. "What? What happened to him?" Alex sighed and stuck his bottom lip out. Sliding his hands into his pocket, he shrugged. "I'm sorry t

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shy

let it all go don't keep it inside they're all just people there's nothing to hide it's a statement, a question just raise your hand don't make me! i can't do it! you don't understand! i feel pressured, excluded like i don't belong what do they think? did i say something wrong? it's easier not to talk to me cuz i've go nothing to say i keep it locked inside i don't give secrets away i open up only to people i know well i'm not quiet with them anyone can tell some think i'm boring but i know the real reason why they don't understand that i'm just too shy

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The old man in the park

There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park. A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark. Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway. And if you ask him why, this is what he will say: “I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face. I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace. I have love so plenty, and stories to share. And I live my life without a worry or care.” His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life. Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife. His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey. But if you ask him, this is what he will say: “I have seen my share of wonders

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To the Lonely

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my ask of the witches

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I Sat Down to Write...

I sat down to write… when a black kitten entered my room with a catnip mouse that dangled from her mouth from its blue yarn tail which she dropped onto the floor before she gazed at me with doleful yellow eyes and mewled for a game of fetch I sat down to write… when the water stopped its usual flow throughout our household and prompted a trip outside to a dilapidated shed to fiddle with the fuse box for our pump until the gauge showed full pressure once again I sat down to write… when the freezer for the refrigerator kept in our garage

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The Cello's Lament

They call me brute. I'm permitted to chant, but they won't let me Sing. They've confused non-agility for inflexibility— my belly enfolds the earth; my throat trills at the stars; my eyes embrace the cays of the sea. I am an omnivore, yet they will only feed me leaves.

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Wrote this for a bit of fun. Been a while since I just wrote something for the sheer heck of it. Took a dark subject and gave it a light-twist. Though didn't help my friend's kitten was eyeing up my meal as I was typing this out a few minutes back. Greedy little bugger hahaha.

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