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DittoWhen you feel the weight of life,
A weight you struggle so hard to bear,
When you take a look in the mirror,
But a face you know isn't there,
When you put on that worn smile,
And pretend you don't know pain,
Do your best to go through the motions...
Or baby you'll go insane.
Feel what you're gonna feel,
And at the end of the day,
We're just two worn out people...
Without enough words to say.
But through thick and thin,
Please do try to keep this in mind,
That you're my go-to person.
The closest friend I could ever find.
There will be windy people, I know,
The ones who will push you about,
But I'm not one of them.
So put aside all your doubt.
I'm not some whirlwind that will shake you-
I won't hurt you and go my way,
But if you push me too far,
Guess what? I'm still gonna stay.
I'll pray for you,
So we can take whatever this life has hurled
And together we'll manage...
As two broken people
Living in a broken world.
French FriesYou take one...
And then two.
Brush the salt off their sides.
You know you want to.
You ask me now if I'm okay.
I would say yes,
But I feel different today.
Instead, I eat a fry and stare at my lap.
(So much salt in my seat
With all this other crap!)
You look at me with worries in each eye.
I try to swallow to talk and I almost die!
Choking and gasping,
I wonder if you know.
You pat my back, whispering,
"I didn't think so."
My throat tightens...
And my tongue goes dry.
He asks, "Is there something lingering
...Between you and I?"
(Who buys a large,
Unless they want to share?
Hmm...more fries in my seat,
But how'd they get there?)
"I don't know", I finally manage to reply.
I never thought it'd be like this-
That I would have to lie.
He pulls out some ketchup and looks away.
"I think I love you"
...Is what I wanted to say.
I want to say it out loud
And get a real rise,
We quietly finish our cold french fries.
It pains me to see...
Your beautiful eyes,
Never seeing the real me.
What I am,
Who I wish I could be,
I'm not worthy enough,
Your sights are higher,
Not here at your feet.
Still, I stay here,
So far beneath you,
Hoping you can hear my heartbeat.
You don't love me.
You don't know I exist,
But I'll always be here.
Always in your midst.
BecauseGet out of the bed.
No use trying.
No use in struggling to sleep...
When you're already dying.
Pull on some clothes.
Get to your feet.
Hurry 'cause you have places to go,
Still, no one to meet.
For a moment,
Your laces perplex you.
Binding and weaving,
Tying the knot- it affects you,
Still you rush on.
You get in your car.
You press on the gas,
But you never get far,
Yet you arrive.
In the beginning,
you never thought you would.
Somehow the journey you took,
Had done you some good,
Because now you're ready,
Climbing your way to the top,
Looking behind you,
Never intending to stop.
But you do.
A few steps from your peak.
You see an end in sight,
But your will has grown weak.
You can network,
But you've made no connection.
You can outsource everything,
But not your affection.
Your shoes aren't tied.
And now you have two cold feet.
Back on solid ground, brooding,
Wandering every worn street.
You find your way home,
All on your own.
But no one is there to say hello.
Its true, you're alone.
What I See In YouYou just don't see it, do you?
You squint and you fret,
Rejecting every compliment-
Every one that you get.
So let me say this once,
And don't push it aside.
You're a vision- I'm dreaming...
With my eyes open wide.
You're warm and sweet,
On a scale of one to ten,
You're about ninety nine.
And I don't expect you to believe me,
I doubt that you do,
But you add splendor to this world.
If only you knew.
You're a blessing to see.
A privilege to know.
You're not normal, but unique,
If you don't mind me saying so.
There's not a gem quite like you.
You're a multifaceted jewel-
Iridescent and awesome,
Gorgeous and cool.
If you hear something different,
If you believe it and say
"I'm nothing special",
Please don't think that way.
They don't know you.
They don't know true beauty at all.
They see just dead leaves
While I see the wonders of Fall.
I wish I could give you glasses
Or unveil your eyes to see
Just how stunning you really are
And how much you mean to me.
MuteAll these years in your shadow.
Has kept me where I am today.
I'm not here to just keep quiet,
But there's not much I can say.
I saw you sin.
You shared the hurt.
Do you see what you did?
You left a stain before you left.
You should know-
Are you stupid?
Are you happy now?
I may never be.
While you live your life,
Your sins follow me.
And I can't say why,
Why I keep blaming you.
At some point my heart
Has got to give out something new.
Because the pain you left,
I shouldn't feel anymore.
If all that's left are scars,
What am I crying for?
I live my life in silence.
Isn't that how you made me?
Or am I the one holding me back
When I have strength to break free?
No, I'm not sorry to you.
Not after all this.
If you're expecting me to care,
Then you must be brainless.
Because the memories I hold
Got me here to this place.
My past, because of you,
Has just brought me shame and disgrace.
I had innocence once.
Slowly you took it away.
And I blame you for that
Because I relive it everyday.
ShyTerribly sorry I didn't arrive.
I know you were waiting,
But I made it as far as the winding drive,
Where the dirt meets the gravel
And there I sat.
The edge of each shadow I traced with my feet,
As I paced for a while making my speech
In the dead of night as if you could hear.
I said what I meant too far from your ear.
So sorry I couldn't stay just to see you tonight.
There's a reason for my absence,
Know that I do care,
But I couldn't stand to face you.
Even through thick panes of glass,
And, yet, there's a reason for my pain, alas.
I couldn't ask you to dance
Or be swift to whisk you away-
I couldn't risk marring your beauty
By my bumbling display,
But know I was here and I'm not going anywhere.
My friend, you're a vision, and my own heart's snare.
3 a.m.I'm up.
Can't close my eyes.
My head hurts...
Hope the pain dulls and dies.
Not another sleepless night.
Please come Sandman.
I won't put up a fight.
I can't sleep.
Why oh why?
It hurts to think.
I want to cry.
I hate you so.
Let me sleep.
Let me go.
Thinking of him.
I wish he'd come.
Save me from myself.
My heart's lonesome.
You came so fast.
My sleepless night will soon become the past
My ears are ringing.
I can see the miserable day this night is bringing.
No one to talk to.
No warm hug from a lover that's true.
Give me more time.
More time to sleep.
The minutes roll on
And the hours creep.
Stop the clock.
Close these eyes.
Sleep like a rock.
Yours TrulyWhat if I left and never came back...
Would you miss me? Would you think of me?
Tell me the truth- do you want me here with you?
I still want more although I expect less.
I drove myself insane one night thinking 'if only'-
I grew to be so crazed by this thought that I had to put it in pen.
I've been hurt and discarded before and, frankly,
I don't think I can bear anymore...
Especially from you.
If you don't love me that's okay,
But please don't tell me to turn off my heart.
I don't think it's possible.
I know you could have someone
Better, prettier, and more worthy...
If you agree, please don't tell me you do.
Why do I still hold out hope?
Maybe you'll love this quirky girl- but for how long?
Please leave a note here, a love letter,
If you could fathom loving me.
In the meantime I'll love you from afar as always
The Family Has Been InformedBullets that are too far away to hear back home
But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears
Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man
The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear
I turn away as if ignoring his presence
Will make this unwanted reality go away
But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss
Those words are the last thing I remember of that day
I find myself looking out of the back yard window
On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play
I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers
Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days
Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall
Now show my son with a wife and child of his own
A husband and father torn from their loving arms
In to the mass grave-in-waiting of a war zone
His old bedroom was already a shrine to him
Even before his blood soaked deep in to the desert sands
We waited for him to return from his first tour
Knowing the boy we’d said goodbye to would come home a man
Young JanuaryI saw her at the local supermarket
She could have been no older than ten
She was buying some refreshing beverages
To quench the thirst of herself and her friends
On this summers day they had waited outside
Lacking patience they were shouting her name
‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’
From the shop young January soon came
Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood
My lonely heart skipped a beat or two
Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm
Or the smile she gave as she passed through
Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose
In order to catch young January up?
Fumbling my loose change as I left the store
The cashier complained I’d given her too much
I feel everyone’s eyes boring in to me
So away from the store I swiftly fled
Knowing fine well that I should just return home
But something made me follow the girl instead
Pretending to read the receipt in my hand
I watched closely in the corner of my eye
Which way would young January be walking
31. FlowerYou, my love, are like a flower:
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Facing shower after shower
Of icy rain, snow and hail.
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Of icy rain, snow and hail
Still you'll bloom in spring again.
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Facing shower after shower
Still you'll bloom in spring again:
You, my love, are like a flower.
The Laughing BoyThere once was a boy who smiled alot,
We called him the laughing boy,
because its better to have a name than to not.
That boy laughed and smiled wherever he went,
I wish that he was still here,
I just wish that his spirit hadn't gotten so bent.
He was battered and beaten but still he smiled,
His smile spread happiness wherever he went,
Imagine what could be if his heart hadn't been defiled.
He was battered and beaten just a little too much,
He has countless sad stories,
And now he's cold to the touch.
There once was a boy who smiled alot,
But now his eyes are empty with despair,
and of happiness, now he knows naught.
LegacyIt is always the damn same song.
Always are the wrong people strong.
Why do they think that your way is wrong?
You’re asking yourself what is left when you’re gone.
Your whole world starts to spin.
Their skin and nerves are very thin.
Want to use you like a soldier made of tin.
When you know the only thing you can do is win.
Want to sort out because you differ.
If you don’t do as they say, they’ll get stricter.
They don’t want to see you as the victor.
The only thing left will be a picture.
When everything you see and hear is a conspiracy.
And everyone thinks that you are crazy.
You are unique, only once in this galaxy.
The words you say and things you do are your legacy.
The Cold, Hard TruthThere are no happy endings,
the fairy tales all lied.
Cinderella is still a slave,
Snow White, the Beast, and the Mermaid died.
Sleeping Beauty never woke,
Because Philip never kissed her,
Alice didn't find Wonderland,
the Rabbit must have missed her.
Peter's still in Neverland
with the Lost Boys, growing older.
The Snow Queen's heart didn't thaw,
the world keeps getting colder.
Rapunzel is still in her tower,
her long blonde hair gone gray.
The captive princess has lost hope,
there was no prince to save the day.
My Spyro AnthologyA Spyro Tanka
Caring and faithful
Yet relentless and mighty
Destined for greatness
A Cynder Tanka
Gifted black dragon
Turned away from the dark side
Our hero's lover
Though swift, lethal and fearful
She hates her bad self
A Dragonkind Haiku
Civilized and meaningful
Home to all of them
A Spyro and Cynder Acrostic
Special and so
You never know what he can do with his
Of fire, electricity, earth, and ice
Along with a former
Nemesis from the
Nightmare to our hero's
Dear with so much to
Endure as she
Rages with wind, poison, fear, and shadow
A Malefor Acrostic
Means to bring
A dark age
Leaving us for dead
Evil spirits living
Forever in a world
Of empty space
Ruled by a corrupt
Spyro's Dark Destruction
He was cute and sweet when you first knew him
Now that he has grown
His strength is unknown
On his enemies with huge obsessions
The fire he breathes is filled with aggressio
Falling StarsTwinkle, twinkle, the stars fall down
Down into the ocean, where we shall drown
Over and over until we awake
In a place, where we will break.
Your tears are the stars and your smile the sun
There is no happiness, for sorrow has begun.
Run, run, child! Run away now!
Please do not do this! Please do not allow —
Bang! Bang! The gun goes off.
So, child, let those stars takeoff.
OldOne learns in life that there's nothing to be learned.
That once you won everything there is nothing to be earned.
That all your lessons in life were unconcerned.
Memories and pictures in the attic must now be burned.
One thinks that there is nothing to think about.
Because the things they think are now allowed.
Because they are stuck when they want to be unbound.
When they want to lift themselves off the ground.
You'd never thought your young heart could grow old
And when the unspoken truth is being told,
You're labeling them as bold, heartless or cold.
You're scared of death. After all it's foretold.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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