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Rain :3Drip, drip, drip
Goes the rain
to wash away
the sins of yesterday
after the rain
a new promise is made
it is marked by a rainbow
Drip, drip, drip
A new design is made
imagination takes hold
As a better day is made
I'll be thereWhen you fall
I'll be there
to help pick you up
When you are sad
I'll be there to comfort you
I may not understand what is wrong
but I care
When you are happy
I'll rejoice with you
When you want to talk
I'll be near
You all are my friends
and I'll be there for you
HomeHome is a bitter place
It's full of fighting
It is full of secrets
That always say
What is said here
I hate being home
I hate to be sworn into
I feel it is more of prison
I am more dragged
Than I am free
I hate home
and can not wait
to be out!
The silent watcherI am a silent watcher
I see and hear many things
I see grief, sorrow and hurt
I also see happiness and joy
Of what I hear
I sometimes wish I never heard
Of anger, bitterness to one another
I hear of gossip
I hear problems that wish to be helped
But I only watch
I want to help but have no words to speak
Therefore I am only
A silent watcher
Time Flashes ByIt was only yesterday
that I was playing tag
i had nothing to worry over
now my world is changing
i am no longer a child
but on the brink
i should be happy
but all I feel
is that time should slow down
i feel I am not ready
that I will be stepping
into big shoes
that I must fill
AssassinMaster, I have done your bidding since I was young. For years I have been your hidden blade. I am an enemy of those who start wars, steal from the poor and sell them into servitude. But yet each one I slay tells me the same! That they are not evil but good. Each one telling me that I am blind, that my true enemy is before me. Though as much as I ask you, you keep me in the dark and on a shorter leash like a damn dog! Wisdom is something learned not earned in bits and pieces. You give me little information and yet you give me silence also. You give tell me that we fight for peace in all things when it is You! It is you who have used men and illuded their minds to act as pawns. All this death because of your greed, this all will end with my blade.
SarcasmSarcasm is a great
yet sometimes it
not so great
but it is sometimes
a good thing
Mirrors Ch.1The Locked Door
Alice sat in the back of her mother's purple honda, listening to her music when out of no where here younger brother, Kyle hit her with his green teddy bear named Sour. How her brother came up with Sour, Alice did not know. She glared at Kyle as the black haired boy only laughed and tried to hit her again. "Sour doesn't like you." Kyle said.
"Well, I don't like Sour either." Alice responded annoyed. "Mom, can me and Will change spots?"
"Ha! Not going to happen." Came her elder brother's voice groggy as he had woke from his nap.
"Mom, please." Alice begged.
"I think it will be good for both of you to stay." said her mother. Alice sat back against the leather seat.
"SOUR THE SUPER TEDDY BEAR!!" screamed Kyle smacking Alice with Sour's paw that hit her eye.
"Will you be quiet, please." said both Mom and Will, though Will more sounded like he yelled. "Shut up." instead.
Alice glared at Kyle with one eye. Kyle had turned his attention to Sour. Though
Nervous MovementYou're a dime a dozen in a sea of billions.
Individuality has no significance in numbers so vast.
And while this fact makes looking forward hard
we can't keep living in the past.
You're a nervous movement in a freeze frame scene.
Steady hands won't help hold up such a fragile act.
And while you take your time keeping character
you fake what you can't take back.
With nothing more than a thought we form our actions
and this is where we extinguish the lie they tried to invent.
The lie that we painted our lives without passion
well conclusions are useless with no attempt to commence.
You're a song I can't name stuck in my head.
I've listened to you before and probably will again.
And while I can hum the melody all day long waiting
for it to hit me I still won't know where you've been.
You're a gust that has never changed direction.
Nothing can touch you you're only felt as you brush skin.
And while you can't be stopped nothing lasts
nothing escapes time not even the wind.
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