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Alone I am (n)one (Build up the Part)Alone I am but one,
Let me be free to admit,
That it takes two to commit.
The stones in my walls get chipped,
And some days I'm just ready to fall over,
For no reason at all but the dreams in my head,
Stand with me and dance,
Is but a motto that I say constantly,
If only to get me to rise and dance myself.
Some days no one wants,
To be the hero we all need,
And so we stay in silence and dismay.
Sometimes we all just,
Get so mad at our lot,
We throw the cards and scream out loud.
Maybe its the changing times,
Maybe its the sea and flow of it all,
OR maybe we are not stone but sand.
Building into me,
As you stick to my soil,
To ebb away when time claims you.
All alone whose strong one,
When no one is there to watch us shine,
When the eyes have turned away from the scene,
IF we need these eyes,
To grow as they monitor change,
Will we melt away from their dismiss?
Alone I am none,
Lonely I am none,
Without another I am one.
I'm not stone,
A wall to defend,
To hold back the flood.
For the w
I can be (Step to our dance)I can be ice,
Sugar and filled with nice,
Or stuck on the floor by the my vice.
I can be light,
Built up in the night,
Or I can flee from every fight.
Maybe I'll be a charmer,
Or I'll be the disalamer,
A million faces and a million modes.
And guess what?
Its alright to be this way,
As we all can be a million ways.
Dance to the beat,
Set by your own feet,
As the stars fly past so sweet.
You can be fury,
You can be painted in worry,
Even add in a coat of weary to your wares.
You face will change,
With the chimes of hours passin,
And so will mine to the steps tappin.
You can change in this scene,
And you can be the mask or a million more,
As the walls crack away to our dance.
I can be sugar.
I can be like ice,
But its all alright.
Our CallSmile wider,
With earnest touching the lips,
And hope lighting each feature anew.
Before we all can fall,
Knees have to buckle from it all,
Scream out the hymns of our numbers,
Where we sing the power we surround.
This is our credo,
Stand taller and sing all the more,
For the shadows nor the wall will make us tumble.
Sing it out,
Sing out your call,
Sing out the call of our age.
Stand all that tall,
And smile that much wider,
We are here to live and to fight.
Smile that much wider,
Knowing you won't stop,
Till the stars are in your eyes.
What is loveWhat is love,
With the guarded hand,
Holding over your heart and words.
I say open up,
Cut the line,
And break down your wall.
With your floodgates gone,
Wash me up with all your raw emotion.
Sure the water's hot and I'll burn but baby,
Rob my heart blind,
And take my logic right from me.
Cause I wanna see,
The world through your eyes,
And I wanna be floating on the sea of your heart.
There is honestyThere is honesty in the pen,
For the man who wears the mask will sing,
His cue is but a part to play with no chains to the face.
But there is honesty in the mouth,
For emotion holds a heated tip,
stabbed deep in the heart where words burst forth.
My flowers and his prose,
Shape a world of wonder and majesty,
Truth is lost to the pen of the poet who cannot face himself.
The man so tied in his own webs,
Lost from the light of the mask's embrace,
Truth is lost to the mouth of the man with no guard.
Both hidden from the judge,
As clouds form in the poet's sky,
till there is no light and only truth.
But there is honesty,
In the darkest dark,
Where no mask may reach.
Shivers run up the spine,
And no lies may defend or defeat.
There is honesty,
In the weakest state,
For that is all that remains.
Hymn of a low level hellThe knife of pity burns,
As the flesh turns charred,
Infected is the virus, lasting is the taint.
How it holds me,
Wrapped in arms of worry,
Crying in my mind without a tear.
The blades stab deep,
Draining energy and patience,
When the hymn is only level four.
Our song of madness,
Screams out in pain,
Till there is no sound.
Stand is what we do,
Stand till the stone cracks,
And the weight of the world is gone.
My walls are cracked,
But we are standing,
As the blades dive deeper.
Victim and a tool,
Useless and worthless,
Just a dollar sign attached to a name.
Stand up all the more.
Rise up again and again,
And never give in the core of one's self.
All respect is drained,
But I am but the shards on the floor,
Of this low level hell's madness mantra.
Death dance is not near me,
Nor is decay home in my bed,
The world of woe but glances my gaze and my side.
How sorrow I shall learn,
With her hand in mine,
But power I will lose in return.
This hymn is but a measure,
Of the world's records an
Sticks and StonesThere was a boy, not unlike me,
Who had depression, and OCD.
He went to school, and every day,
Had dreams of fun and games to play.
But every day, and every week,
Kids would laugh, and call him weak.
They beat him up and called him names,
And laughed as if it were a game.
At last the day came to an end,
But he still didn't have a single friend.
He was alone, afraid and scared,
Left thinking that nobody cared,
That no one loved or wanted him,
That in the game of life, he could never win.
So he grabbed a knife, and with the blade,
A small yet painful cut was made.
And yet still they joked and teased,
And laughed about the way he wheezed,
They thought his heart was just a toy,
And they forgot he was a boy.
He had become a mere joke,
And started to run out of hope,
He saw his life as a closed door,
So he took his blade and sliced once more.
And even then they carried on,
And said that they wished he were gone,
He was left with nothing, and even less,
His whole life was just a mess,
So he g
Painted FakePainted Fake
She's a painted fake,
but nobody knows it.
She puts on a show;
nothing more than a skit.
She hides behind
a smiling veil,
not letting anyone see
that she is quite frail.
Words of others
burn deep in her mind
and cause her to play
a part that won't shine.
She picks her role
and plays it well.
People think she's fine,
but that's only a spell.
Rarely letting anyone in,
keeping hidden her heart,
no one knows
that she's falling apart.
And she won't tell
a single soul
of the pain she feels
that's turned her cold.
For she's a painted fake
and no one can see
that this painted fake
is really just me.
Hope and warmthClouds seem grey,
your life is to pay.
You look up at a star,
but it's seems so very far.
you need a small hug,
but people are worse than a bug,
and no one will lend a hand,
and help you learn once more to stand.
I'm here to tell you now,
and to answer every how.
In every tree and flower,
there is something with power.
It will be a source of hope,
And will be your climbing rope.
Just close you wonderful eyes,
and hope will arise.
Not every thing is clear,
But love is very near.
A hug is all you need,
And now I want to let you be freed.
I'll hold you as a friend,
until the very end,
and be you sturdy wall,
to hold you when you fall.
Just hold on a little more,
I know your heart is sore.
trust me when I say,
there will be a much brighter day.
Two WeeksEveryday I weep for you.
My heart aches more and more.
I just cannot comprehend
A life without your core.
Everyday I fall apart
And they all watch me die.
They don't care for me like you;
Don't care if I can fly.
Everyday I see them hug
And remember those times.
It makes me shatter like glass.
I fall when they all climb.
Everyday I tell myself
That it will be okay,
But nothing is looking up--
Especially not this day.
I know you won't take me back
And I still don't blame you.
I am just a silhouette
Who happens to love you.
I Can Write.I could write a sad poem
And try to explain
How my head is a nightmare
That won't go away
I could leave them all speechless
With how I've been hurt
But that's a poor use
A poor excuse for my words
I could write something angry
And give it a twist
Talk about the emotions
That I'll never miss
Explain how I'm sick
Of feeling this way
But how can I,
On such a beautiful day?
I could write something happy
About music and trees
Sing something pretty
For the birds and the bees
See, I'm so gosh danged tired
I could use all that cheer
But it'll have to wait
Because you're not here.
I could write a love poem
About you and I
How we rose and fell
In our attempts to fly
I could scream to you
Let's not, though we should.
But I don't think
That'd do any good.
Oh how she tries
to be perfect
once in a while.
She wants to be
cared for and good enough
for those who see
that she really
isn't all that tough.
So she strives for
perfection and beauty,
but her hope is no more
and she can't help but feel
like the world is her enemy.
Perfection is far
from her reach.
Falling under the bar
is where her beauty lands
after try each.
Bleeding RosesBleeding Roses
My life line is like a huge flash,
A flash passing me by,
I am one who is poor with barely any cash,
I always give a fake smile to my friends after a lie.
Day after day,
I always act as if everything's okay,
Everything is not okay,
Why do I always feel hate and hated?
Do I have to bleed to satisfy everyone?
Do I have to cry for others to be happy?
One suffers everytime I want fun,
People always seem to decieve right under me.
I see all kinds of beauty,
I have much compassion,
My heart is the one thing no one sees,
I never want to follow the slavery fashion.
Is this my life?
A rose that bleeds?
People around me sliver their skin,
All the while I bleed with them.
Does my enemies love roses?
Does my friends love roses too?
I am blind to whom is my friend,
And whom is my enemy......
I suffer day in and day out,
No one seems to understand,
How much I have to carry on my shoulders,
I am just another grain tossed in sand.
My family is b
Fox and WolfA lonely wolf was lost one day
He had no one with whom to play
He happened upon a small box
Inside he saw a cute fox
They became friends very fast
Friendship which would always last
Sadness for the wolf she did mend
Sadly happiness would end
One day wolf was chasing birds
Something strange then he had heard
Fox had found herself a friend
Was this really now the end
Tail tucked down he did leave
Alone again wolf did grieve
To sad to walk to sad to eat
Wolf had accepted his defeat
Alone in his cave for many days
Wolf just sat... wolf just stays
One morn he heard something anew
It was a fox, not one he knew
It was his old friends new mate
Good news he had to relate
While Fox was now with him true
She did say she missed wolf too
After a while wolf did stand
A proud wolf again a true man
He went to see his old friend
Tear of joy shed in the end
She was glad he was back
The three had formed a new pack
But the time was getting late
Wolf also need to find a mate
One day he found such a girl
Danca da VidaA vida é algo tão grande
que quase se torna insignificante com a notícia que te dei
Um pouco da tua vida dentro de mim
amando um pouco da minha
E tornando-se a única razão de viver
de duas vidas vazias e significativas apenas para ambos
Porque antes dele, eras tu por quem respirava o dia todo
E agora partilho o ar com ele
O espaço e os banhos
Mais do que contigo
mas nao precisas de ter ciúmes porque continua lá o pedacinho de ti
ele é o pedacinho de ti
dentro de mim
amando o pedacinho de mim que doei para fortalecer a insignificância das nossas vidas
Que desvanecem à medida que o tempo passa
E daqui a 9 trinta dias
iremos viver apenas por ele
E a pergunta surge
Vale a pena doar as nossas vidas a algo tão pequeno?
Perguntamo-nos constantemente sobre o sentido da vida daqui em diante
Será que quando souber respirar irá respirar por nós?
Será que quando quiser o seu espaço ir
What becomes of a silent dream,
When the speaker no longer sees a thing,
Show me a world of wonder where eyes are aflame.
Who dares lose a voice,
To even their own doubt,
As the clock winds down for all,
Each word is chocked out,
Of bored and tired throats,
Or pained fingers that say nothing at all.
A million times,
One must question the world,
If they dream to be heard at all.
Some will live forever,
As their dreams march on,
Be it in infamy or other arcs.
A young child will scream,
Outwards to the heavens and Lord on high,
A dream and will that will change temper in the age.
Not all goals,
Are ones measured,
In the glitter of gold.
Give me your heart,
Once my words do earn,
Mastery of emotion and pen.
For as said before,
I dream to understand Man,
And empower happiness because I can.
Thus all twitches of loss,
When the pen goes mute,
Are brought deep into thought.
To ponder each stance,
And better learn self,
From wounds and from cocoons.
Dream and Dream,
One can do so without action
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