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 Aug 2014 PenAndPadPoetry
Beaux
The things that I see
The things that I hear
He's cowering in the corner
She's crying behind the bathroom door
It's not right what they do
They yell and call names
They beat and humiliate
They feed off the weak and broken
Find your voice
Say what you wish
Don't let them hold you back
Speak what you believe
The things that I see
The things that I hear
He's holding a gun
She's screaming for help
It's not right what they do
They cut and they bleed
They pop and they fall
They fall apart before your eyes
Find your voice
Say what you wish
Don't let them hold you back
Speak what you believe
The things that I see
The things that I hear
He's lying there dead
Her screams have silenced
It's not right what they did
They cried and they cursed
They broke and they wrote
They fell into the praying hands of others
Find your voice
Say what you wish
Don't let them hold you back
Speak what you believe
The things that I see
The things that I hear
His life thrown away
Her prayers gone unanswered
It's not right what happened
They fought and lost
They begged and got ignored
They were lost to ignorance and rage
Say what you wish
Find your voice
It might save them
Stop bullying. It ends in tragedy. He took his own life. She was beaten by people who used to pick on her. Find your voice and speak
She’s a fantastic disaster
masking facts that matter
In a sense she’ll be there after
With her grace, flowers and laughter
Be sure not to bow too fast
or forget to look right past her
With a word she’ll have you captured
entangled, mangled and mastered.
 Aug 2014 PenAndPadPoetry
Tupelo
Pour one out for me,
I got lost in translation,
Old english is nothing new,
We have our own words now,
Dreamt in the four a.m confrontations,
morose in morning glory sun,
destined to bloom another day
 Aug 2014 PenAndPadPoetry
Collily
We buried the truth somewhere in this valley of lies,
Somewhere beneath countless years of nostalgic regrets and shattered dreams.

Its imbedded somewhere between foraged memories and our unbroken hearts.

We dare not unearth it
because our self induced amnesia will forsake us,
intuition will deceive us and
our thoughts will shun us.

So we stumble and stomp
over germinations of a colder tomorrow
but we let them grow
because we know

that the harvest will fruit its rewards,even if we are apart.
Behold...the fruits of insomnia.
 Aug 2014 PenAndPadPoetry
B
You told me you were scared
You ran your fingers through my hair
And grabbed onto my hand
"Please never let me go"

When you told me you were scared
You never said what of
I assumed it was from a dream
Or monsters in the closet

I now read the letter you wrote
Of what scared you most
It was the visions in your head
The thoughts of pain and ending it all

I now sit here reading the note you left
Telling me the things that scared you
That leaving me and hurting me
Were one of them

But now I'm scared and I don't have you
That was the last time
I fell apart in your arms
And felt free

B.G.K
I PAINTED on the roof of a skyscraper.
I painted a long while and called it a day's work.
The people on a corner swarmed and the traffic cop's whistle never let up all afternoon.
They were the same as bugs, many bugs on their way-
Those people on the go or at a standstill;
And the traffic cop a spot of blue, a splinter of brass,
Where the black tides ran around him
And he kept the street. I painted a long while
And called it a day's work.
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