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 May 2016 Maple Mathers
aesthenne
you fell for the looks, but not for the happiness
 May 2016 Maple Mathers
Torin
How can it become
My form of rebellion
Is speaking the truth?

Soothsayers could not talk to God
The way I can
And you are not god
You are man

The whole worlds a cynic
What can you do for me?

And all that I see
Idiotic people everywhere
People people people
And people are stupid

The whole worlds a cynic
What can people offer?

How can it become
My form of rebellion
Is loving on?

Mystics don't know the spirits
The way I do
They talk to you
You haven't got a clue

The whole world's a cynic
What do we give?

Just people multiplying
Not living than dying
People people people
And people are stupid

The whole me is a cynic
And if I have nothing to say
That you want to hear
Nothing to make you smile when you don't deserve it

My form of rebellion is speaking truth
That goes over your head and through the roof
Something you'll never comprehend
But don't worry, I understand

People are stupid
Peasants, pions, be denied of onion rings.
 May 2016 Maple Mathers
gray rain
Hypnotised
by a system.
Drawn in
to become a victim.
controlled!
by the mind,
can't tap into the other side;
when hypnotised.
I want to go back,
to the time in my life where I had not a single care.
To a time where existing,
was much easier than it is now.
Take me back to when I hadn't been touched,
by the harsh reality of what was in my head.
Where monsters didn't dwell within me,
and I wasn't drowning in my own thoughts.
I want to go back,
to where people weren't toxic splotches in my life.
Why can't we go back to skipping rope,
and the only cuts we worried about were scraped knees.
Smoke came from fires,
instead of cigarettes.
Sleepovers turned into ***,
candy into drugs.
Our cups aren't filled with juice,
but filled to the brim with our alcohol of choice.
Keeping secrets was for jokes,
not to make us seem fine.
We were home when the street lights came on,
and now were creatures of the night.
The dark scared us,
now it is our greatest friend.
We were such innocent children,
wanting to grow up so soon.
We had a glimmer in our eyes,
that's now replaced with a dead blank look.
Why were we so eager to want to face this nasty world.
I am no longer that young,
ambitious,
excited,
lively little girl.
I have become a
numb,
anxious minded,
dead,
damaged teenager.
And this is what this world,
and society has done to me.

T.B.
 May 2016 Maple Mathers
Ja
ONLY
 May 2016 Maple Mathers
Ja
The only heart
That can be shown
Is the one
That is your own

The only life
That you can give
Is the one
That you live

Yet, the only gift
Of any worth
That you can give
While on this earth

Is not possessions
Or your wealth
But what you gift  
Of yourself
WIZDUMBs BY JA 596
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