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| A Little Child By: Me A little child couldn't feel the strength A little child could only feel the pain Amongst the many this little child Was only a piece of grain. A little child; alone an scared The loud noise had stopped her A little child knew not what to do She had been going to see her father. A little child, surronded by smoke, This little child could no longer see. A little child looked up at a building. She couldn't comprehend what was to be. A little child; her eyes clouded up A little child let out a scream. She yearned for one she'd never see again, This little child who could no longer dream. |
| Untitled By: Me This space ofmine It closes in around me It takes away my air It takes away my life Slowly the walls cave in And darkness surrounds me I cannot see anymore There is nothing left I have died And yet I live Forever in this hell of mine That you have created Amongst myself the voices came They yell and scream and Cry out in pain and I cannot Stand this agony only I hear I lay and shrink as I slip away into the nothingness Of which completely surrounds me Lost forever, shrouded in blood. |
| These Voices By: Me These voices all around me They tell me where to go These voices all around me Which should I follow? Of all these paths ahead Which is true and light Of all these paths ahead Which leads to the darkest night Of all these paths ahead Does one lead to a light Or do all these paths ahead Each lead to an unconquerable fight |
| Untitled By: Andrew Taylor In each child, The world needs a star To guide their sould For foul paths will lead them astry. Without the knowledge of ancestors past The child cries into an empty glass His tears filling it as he drinks His own misery guides his own tides As they wane and wax With wanton wrecklessness Sending ships asunder As he sips their death. In each world, The child needs a soul To follow the stars For destiny is not a four-lettered word And cannot be trapped in the ineptitudes Of can't And won't. As twinkling wishes communicate Through histories of voluminous vacuum, Searching for the circumference of The perfect circle, Circumnavigating each and every Cartesian geometry Gyrating hula-hoops around the love That water cannot quench, I see the seed, browner that the widest oak And became a capillary Chaplain Preaching water in spouts Networking rhythms like roots planted deep into the fertile earth. |
| Last Day By: Me Dear Dad, just writing to tell you That I'm all grown up now, it's true. And everyday I thank heaven That I will never see you again. A childhood of hurt and abuse The memories of which I'll never lose. And everyday I struggle and try To keep going, not to stop and cry. So they say time heals all This from those who did not fall. But I know I can never forget How can anyone forget that shit? And now the blood surronds me as I lie And think of how much I want to die. I hear your voice wherever I go And I instantly fill with sorrow. All I want to know is when it'll end But I know I'll burn for your sin. And so this letter is for you to see Just how much you hurt me For happiness I will no longer strive Today is the last day that I am alive. |