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Children scribble words
To fairies and saints,
Holding pencils
Like wands;
Hoping wishes
Swoop through the night.
They're right.

We pen words
Of worldly concerns,
Holding our wands
Like scalpels;
Hoping our lines
Find marrow and heart.
It's our art.
If you are reading this, I must say sorry
Sorry for the pain,
Sorry for your loss of days,
Sorry of moments you'll never get back again.
I write this as a confession
I write this upon paper
So its more personal,
For this is your last moment on earth
It will be quick, mostly painless
Unless you struggle, all bets are off.
I choose you,
Be glad,
Be happy
With your sacrifice in silence    
Your family will be safe,
I will not touch
I will not harm a hair on their head.
But please read on,
Don't be scared,
It will be over soon,
Emotions are telling you to
Run,
Scream,
Phone
Lines are dead, as soon as you will be,
Think of the children
Of your partner sleeping in bed,
Yes they will find you
Yes you will be dead
But think they will live on
As long as silence is your last breath
Look above you,

"Silence was your gift of life"
"This is your last breath"

Silence  falls as gently held till death,
For one too be still
Lets others still  breath
With the  quietness  of your **Death.
Sacrifice for others to live
I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
Time* is in your pockets,

Hurry up and light the rockets,

Put your *emptiness
in the sockets,

Spread smiles and add jollity to the list of dockets,

Make a wish today, and wear your lucky lockets.
Let'em worry, you don't stop chasing what is yours.
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