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Fly AwayLet me fly to a place far away,
Give me wings so I don't have to stay,
Teach me to soar freely across the sky,
And bring me peace as I say goodbye.
Sinking DeeperSinking deeper as the water pulls me under;
It drags me down, far beneath the surface.
The waves crash over my head,
Laughing as my lungs silently scream for air.
I tried to save myself,
But it was already too late.
We Can All Fake a SmileWe can all fake a smile,
Even if only just for a while,
But the truth shines in our eyes:
The only thing that betrays our lies.
Endless TimeTime keeps ticking away,
But the hands on the clock move too slowly.
Hours pass by, but I can't move;
I'm trapped in a lonely cell,
Tied down by the chains of hopelessness.
Shivering in the dark,
Emptiness controlling my mind-
The walls are closing in on me,
And I can't breathe.
My hands shake.
I try to scream only to choke;
I turn my head, looking for someone to help me.
My eyes lock on a face with gleaming eyes.
I beg for freedom,
But the face only laughs.
I open my mouth to defend myself
And am caught in a fit of coughing;
I choke on my own blood
As it fills my throat and lungs
And pours out of my mouth,
Covering the cold, hard ground.
Don't You See?Icy blood, burning skin
From all the rage buried within.
A war breaking out inside my head,
The screaming as a gun goes off- I'm dead.
The pain slowly begins to fade
As I drown in the blood of my own hate.
The monster grabs my shattered heart
And tears each piece apart.
It's too late to save me;
I've already lost... don't you see?
HomeHes running back to the hell he calls home;
There's no one to save him- he's all alone.
He can already hear the screaming-
It's so loud that his ears are bleeding.
The door crashes open and a boy stumbles inside,
Dreading the new wounds he'll have to hide.
A hand grips his bruised arm, and he lowers his eyes.
He knows it's pointless to tell anything but lies,
So he shuts his eyes and waits for it to end,
But every day, the same thing will happen again.
Don't SpeakAfter so many years, she dares to speak,
Yet her mouth can't form a sound.
She tries to scream for help,
But no one is around.
Oh it has been like this for so long;
Surely she can survive just another day?
Just hush your voice and cover the bruises
Or you will certainly pay.
A silent threat is written in his eyes-
So full of anger and rage.
Yet she must wear a mask to hide the fear,
Feeling trapped, as if behind the steel bars of a cage.
And now, there are more consequences to come,
For he knows she broke his only rule-
Destroyed the silence that was his protection.
Who would have thought this game could be so cruel?
Perhaps she should have learned by now
Not to challenge the way the world is.
Now not only had her own life been ruined,
But after so many years, also his.
Oh look. I wrote a new poem.Why do I feel so much remorse
For something I should not feel sorry for?
How can I be the one to blame
When you were always the one causing my pain?
Why should I regret doing what's right
When no one else was brave enough to fight?
Why should I regret speaking out
When I know what I saw? -without a doubt.
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Slaves of the deadSlaves of the dead
to find another land,
but they couldn't stand the desert and the frost.
Some died, some returned.
For those who returned
the masters had prepared a special punishment.
Their memory was wiped off.
They became thieves,
without ever understanding why.
They just felt it was the right thing to do.
Red Light ReduxHaving a truck
Paint me red
Is the strangest feeling
I’ve ever felt.
I’ve seen myself melt away
Like a mid-summer’s ice cream
While my personality screams
To be noticed. Every wall that once
Stood between me and reality
I am finally free.
Until they strapped me down
And sewed back my hands to my head.
My heart to my mouth.
My legs to the earth.
The taste of freedom
Rests gently on my tongue,
And I’ve been trying
To no avail.
Alone With 50 CatsShe lives alone in a creaky old house
No one around but those darn cats
Too many of them
A circus full of chaos
All because she missed out on life
Because she didn't want to get married
Look at her throwing her life away
To take care of the cats
That have taken over her home
She must be so lonely
Doesn't she ever get tired of talking to them
How could she have wanted this
What did she do to deserve this
Surely something must have gone wrong
For her to end up in such misery
Alone, with no one but her 50 cats
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