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How Do I Say This?"How Do I Say This"
I'm not sure how I should tell you this.
I thought it would've hit me by now.
Perhaps I can write you a poem?
No, I'm no good at that.
Maybe I should play you a song...
That won't do,
I'm tone deaf.
A boombox outside your...
No, this is the twenty-first century,
Plus that's tacky.
I guess there's no other way to tell you
I love you
Lonely Hero"Lonely Hero"
There is no need for you to fear,
Nothing to fear while I am here.
I will keep you safe my dear.
Under my wings,
There is nothing that can harm you.
Don't worry my dear.
I'm here now.
I'll be your hero.
There is no need to fear the gun shots of war,
Nor the monsters that haunt your dreams,
For I will always be here.
And for anyone who comes my way.
Rest your head now my dear,
Let your eyes rest,
For I am here,
To protect you,
Until my job is done.
And I will be,
I will always be there,
No matter the sacrifice,
No matter the pain.
I will be there.
For you and the others,
I will guard you,
Out of the darkness,
That plauges your soul.
I will be your hero,
With nothing in return.
And one day,
You will leave.
No longer in need of a hero.
And here I will stay,
With nobody by my side.
Keep walking on.
Strong and safe.
And I will stay here.
Ready for whenever you may need me.
I shall be your hero,
Hiding in the shadows,
I will stand s
What did I do?"What Did I Do"
What have I ever done,
To make you have so little faith in me?
Perfection slipped out of my grasp,
But I try so hard,
To make you happy.
I spend my days reading,
Sitting by myself,
In the large quiet room.
Doing nothing wrong,
All by lonesome.
But still you accuse me.
Last time is was smoking.
No, the smell makes me sick.
It's disgusting, as you have always taught me.
But guess what?
I found a pack in your bag today.
The betrayal is infuriated.
I'm the mistake,
For doing nothing wrong.
I'm the screw up.
I'm the one to be pierced into,
With those hateful eyes.
Blame me all you want,
For crimes I didn't commit,
While you sit and hide,
Sit and hide.
I'm done with you.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
Where's my Wonderland?"Where's My Wonderland"
I followed the white rabbit,
He was running late.
I followed him, through the rotting garden,
Until he led me to a hole,
Beneath the hollow tree.
Down the hole he went,
And I followed.
Down the rabbit hole I fell.
Down I fell,
Through the grief,
I fell down past the swirling darkness,
The ticking clocks,
That mocked all my life decisions.
"Why did you do it?" they asked.
They played my memories over and over,
Inside their ticking cores.
I kept falling.
But when I hit the ground,
With an audible thud,
There was nothing.
No wonderland for me to discover.
No adventure for me to endure.
There was nothing,
But a black hole.
A black hole,
Where I will spend eternity.
What happened to the wonderland?
What happened to the land of rainbows and laughter?
Where is my happy ending?
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