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Harmony in contrastIt indeed seemed sad
Like a prayer playing bad,
A change in letter, turned amen to omen
Changed the facts, fates have woven.
Like a tide that turned
And which never returned,
Half of yin turned to yang
Whose anthem is to be sang.
Actually t'was balance restored
Tyranny undone, equality explored.
Now there be two sides to the coin
Hand in hand opposites did join.
Even though the world was split in half
The halves gained meaning,a cry from a laugh.
Harmony in contrast ;
as peace now reigned at last..
Why follow the Masquerade ?The first things we're taught -
None's the same, No we're not.
The next thing we're taught -
Be normal like rest of the Lot.
Why's the world such a hypocrite ?
Must my fate be confined to it's writ.
Isn't my fate, my own to scribe ..
Isn't it my life to describe ?
Why follow this masquerade?
A parading masked charade ;
That walks a beaten path.
An unchosen life that they hath.
With normality we're smitten.
Either Fit in or be Fitten !!
Isn't there space for all ?
After all, is the world so small ?
Why fit in.. when you can stand out ?
If i can't then I demand out..
I'll pave my way out at any rate.
Possibly set the beaten path straight.
Heartless......no moreShe needed space like the rest...
She left one instead in his chest...
Remained no heart to be broken
For the words already spoken,
From a confronted confess -
"You are so heartless"
Felt like his insides hollowed;
Felt like he was being followed,
By a black cloud o' lies
Rainin misery and despise.
Put up a wall and fences;
Brought up his defenses.
With pills and a session.
To himself he's confined
Else but heartbreak on his mind
A month or two passed by..
Facing the reality he's tryin to Deny.
Morbid memories he dismembers
And then he remembers....
To get somewhere wholehearted
The secret is getting started..
.. started with a day in the park
..couple o' hours before the dark
Alone in his own zone
Mathers chantin on the headphone
Caught somethin across the aisle
A beaming, beautiful smile.
More than just a few HEYs
Same went for a few day
Talked on and until late
Turned to a dinner at 8
Her beauty, grace and smile,
Life was again wort
Lies 'bout truthTo the afterlife.......
Truth in mind ,that's mine
Is that to forgive is divine
Regret is not what tombstone will engrave
So every mistake ,I forgot forever & forgave.
Let truth be the baggage you carry
Let truth be the bride you marry
So there remains no broken promises be mend
So no one asks a hand to lend
In this world people say........
The lies 'bout truth
That a lie,lies above truth
That it's out of line and alignment
They need to be in line for enlightenment
So I say.......
The truth is absolute
It's the solution, not
HeartlockerHe locked his.
But lost the key
She can't steal it
So she tried to break
into the safe
instead ended up..
breaking what's inside.
Broken by an arrowShe cast,
And hit somethin'
But did cause
But she left
and with her
the arrow she took.
It wasn't theft
But the once
stolen was shook.
The repercussion was
In reality T'was that the
Fragile she'd broken
The pieces were too much to hustle
The once fragile now an unsolved puzzle
And in the while- he lost the smile
Second ThoughtsThey all blame the moon
for stealing light
What if it was the sun
who drained the moon
OutsiderI cursed myself with pitch-black darkness,
I shut the door to my heart, forever,
It was never meant to be opened again,
My wounds were never meant to heal,
And my ice was never meant to thaw.
I was never one for happiness,
Not that I never pursued it,
I just had no talent for anything of the sort,
The moon understood my loneliness,
I wonder if the stars knew my pain.
I was always an outsider,
Never intended to feel warmth,
Yet now I feel like I have an excess,
I was always Jack Frost,
I was always an outsider,
But I guess, now I'm not,
And for that,
How could I help but be so very thankful.
Inside My CageTilt your head back, look at the stars twinkle,
Never look at me, gaze at the nightly angel.
I'll strip away my repulsive façade,
Five, four, three, two....
Close your eyes tight, I'll stab you with my striking vile.
Egocentric, muffled with paranoia;
Despicable, detached from decency.
I'm the void, the space between you and your dreams;
I'll drag you down, witness the vivid blaze of my torture,
I'll hallucinate you, seduce and fabricate.
So get lost, get away, run and never look back,
'Cause I'm a ticking time bomb, I'll cripple you broken;
Go away, let me stay, your charming illusion,
I'll be your masked angel, caged in my ugly desires.
-Inside My Cage
AcceptanceI am empty
I am matter
I am the one lost without a soul
I am a monkey,
A cup of tea,
A night stand,
But inside, I’m still an empty flea
I am child whose done good and bad
I am a spirit who flies through walls,
I am a rose welting for once and for all
But I still remain empty, as empty can be
Looking in a mirror, I question
Who can I truly be?
I sat in that room of emptiness and thought,
Till an empty carcass like I,
Stood there and we talked
We found light in the darkness,
We found softness in the thorns
But most importantly we found ourselves
No longer torn
I’m not empty, I matter
I am divine as can be
I no longer yearn for things I cannot have
I am happy for being me
Yeah.Yeah, I've got some problems––let's call them, endearing.
Yeah, I've got some fears––let's call them, quirky.
Yeah, I've got some faults––let's call them, charming.
Yeah, I make some mistakes––let's call them, character.
You can romanticize it all you want, I'm still fucked up
––but hey, that's personality.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
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.
My Little FriendEverywhere I look,
I always think of you here,
beside me, keeping me safe,
but you're no where to be found.
Everywhere I am I see your vision,
the cute sensation of your purrs,
always beside me,
keeping me safe.
You were always by my side,
in my thoughts and in my mind.
Everywhere I am,
I wish you were here.
You weren't just a cat to me,
but deep down you were my best friend.
You have always been in my heart,
and now I lost my best friend.
I wish you were with me,
to hear the sounds of my cries.
But now you are forever gone,
and tears start to fall.
You are always deep in my heart,
remembered by amazing thoughts.
I love you with all my heart,
you are the one that made everything seem better.
I cryI cry
Like all the others
I cry, alone
Too scared to let anyone see me cry
Pretending to be crazy, hiding the tears behind my frantic movements
Never wanting to be consider less of a man
Or am I one for not letting it show
Pretending to be a crazy mentalist
Convinced that the words I convey are complete madness
People claiming I am on drugs
Never do they know that I am completely sane, just not letting the tears come through
Probably saner than some that I see
Or do I actually belong in my category
I cry like you all do, and there is more to the eye when you see me
I am not just some crazy fool
One to seem to have endless happiness
One day to shed the insane asylum patient
One day to share my feelings to the fullest
One person alone deserves this position
One magical woman as weird as I
One to show that
To the peopleTo all the people who've been robbed of their innocence
To all the people who get called "weird" for their wickedness
To all the people who want to get called citizens
To all the people who are in the worst conditions
To all the people who have a bad heartache
To all the people who won't be given a break
To all the people who get labeled as "fake"
To all the people who still get haunted for a minor mistake
To all the people who are at their breaking point
To all the people who lack inspiration and turn to a joint
To all the people who don't want to disappoint
To all the people who won't be granted a second chance
To all the people who got called "fag" because they like to dance
To all the people who get called "slut" because they seek romance
To all the people who's limitations have reached
To all the people who always listened to what the voices in their head preached
To all the people who never found what they've been lookin
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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