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Virtuous Nov 2018
Your voice is like a time machine
Pulling me back
To a period of life
I would rather forget
Virtuous Mar 2014
Today...
A Soul has died yet another is born
For every end a beginning is ready to soar
A season comes and fades away
Another springs forth to take the day
Somewhere out there someone is breathing their last
And another has not yet known a past
Virtuous May 2018
Come and have a seat
There's plenty to eat and drink
The table set with only the finest
the tea reaching our heads like a virus

Welcome to the Toxic Tea Party
Where sanity exists hardly
Every guest here has a story
Some sad, pathetic and gory
Many of them told to put it away
To live everyday the same
But here you can be anything you want
The acting can finally stop

So pull out a chair and your story we'll hear
You'll find that you're not alone my dear

Have a scone and a sip of our tea
And slowly lose your grip on reality
Virtuous Oct 2014
If all...
Then none
Virtuous May 2019
I need to find New Ink
For my pen
Virtuous May 2019
Or a new pen
Virtuous Jul 2018
It’s amazing
How much can be said
Without a single word spoken
Virtuous Sep 2019
I don’t seem to have the words anymore
Maybe my tears can replace the ink
But tears don’t create sentences
Is it really only by words that we speak?
Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes
And known exactly what was going on through their mind?
If One can’t be heard
Then maybe they can be seen
I feel like I’m mourning
A piece of me
So can my tears replace the ink?
Or perhaps my blood?
But what will I use
Once those are done?
Virtuous Sep 2017
If I had no flesh
Would you take my heart?
If your fingers couldn't search my body
Would you search my soul?
If my lips couldn't reach yours
Would my name still be written on your heart?
If I had no voice
Could you hear me crying out your name?
Virtuous Sep 2018
If I had no flesh
Would you take my heart?
If your fingers couldn't search my body
Would you search my soul?
If my lips couldn't reach yours
Would my name still be written on your heart?
If I had no voice
Could you hear me crying out your name?
Virtuous Jun 2014
Love...What is love?
Is it at first sight?
Does it take time?
Is it the butterflies in your stomach?
Is it magical?
Is it heartache?
Is it hard?
Is it easy?
Unpredictable?
Or is it sacrifice?
Virtuous May 2019
Knuckles white
Heavy chest
Rivers eye
Painful breath
Virtuous Mar 2014
What you look like isn't who you are
What you wear isn't who you are
What you do isn't who you are
What you love isn't who you are
Your mental ability isn't who you are
Your success isn't who you are
Your failure isn't who you are
Your gifts and talents aren't who you are
Your weaknesses aren't who you are
Your own personality isn't who you are
Who you are is so much deeper
Virtuous Sep 2015
It comes at a price
It comes at a price I say
If only someone would just take it from me
Even if it was just for a day
The weight is too heavy
It's pushing me to the ground
I feel so small and empty
Someone take this crown
It's a great thing to have
I will not lie
But it can be a burden at times
To see what it reveals
To share or conceal
To always see things in a different light
To have a different opinion on life
Virtuous Mar 2014
Stick and Stones may break bones
But words can ****
A stick might leave a scar
And a stone a bruise
But words can cut like a dagger in you
Speak positive! Speak life!
Virtuous Feb 2016
Flipping through the pages
Of this book
Wishing I could rewrite some of the chapters
That have unfortunately been written in permanent ink
Some of these things are hard to read
Hard to speak
There’s more to this story
Than the cover cares to share

Editing is not an option
New chapters need to be written
But it appears I have writer's block

Don't know how to continue this story
Don't know how to move on
I'm unsure and I'm sorry
But it appears I have writer's block

There's so many directions
That this story can take
I can't seem to think of a single one
Should be easy to make
But it appears I have writer's block

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