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Albero Centrale May 2014
Its dark im trapped
im stuck im fadeing
im bleeding im stuck
I need someone to pick me up
I see a man he's in a robe
he has a scythe and has no soul
its death he said hes has saved the day
I cannot find the light of day

JNL
Albero Centrale May 2014
The hate in ones soul
burns a hole threw all
the people it takes control
the hate in ones soul
has taken a toll on all of us

JNL
Albero Centrale May 2014
Every night he would jump on my lap and purr
He used to be so happy so proud
But now it’s almost like a stage he was becoming a diva of a kitty

You would think he would do anything you told him
Yet he just gives a blank expression of confusion
But when you mention food it’s all ears for my kitty

I guess he loves it so much because it’s a necessity
Sure it’s good but since when is it the only thing he cares for
Even when I grab his a toy food is the only thing that will satisfy him

It may be a cat thing
Like when a teenager needs there space maybe he needs some too
But it’s been weeks and lately he’s gives me the death glare

Now this wasn’t just any glare
I think he growled
I love him so much so why was he mad at me

After about a month of trying to please my kitty
I just gave up and went on strike
But that didn’t work out to well for me

Suddenly he started scratching my legs
Then tried to bite my fingers
But this time my kitty wasn’t getting away with this one

I picked him up and threw him over my shoulders
He has anything and everything a kitty may need or want
So I set him down in his kitty condo and forced him to play

At first he was a no go but then he chewed on a toy
I figured if he does something for me I will do something for him
So that earned him a treat

I think we need therapy  

-MMM
Albero Centrale May 2014
Once the sun came up it was game on
Quickly he chuffed across the hardwood floor
So quiet so soft you can barely hear his little steps
Like a mouse causing cheese
The only thing on his mind was making it to the door

The door opened
Now it was a race
For him being inside was like being trapped in a jail cell
Every second was wasted if it wasn't outside
Now was his time it's on

With one move he slipped out
Finally he was outside
The sun was shining and the wind was blowing
Birds were chirping and kids were laughing
This was his element he was the protector

Yet there was something lurching
It wasn't welcome
Dark and mysterious this creature was
So much bigger then him
His territory was invaded

He was needed he was the hunter and this was his prey
The fight was underway
He would jump at one flinch
For such a little guy he could go three feet off the ground
For a protector he could be easily scared

The invasion was taking over
With only three strikes he was out
And sadly that’s the rule of the game
His nine lives were out
A hero has fallen

Hopefully one day I will find his body
Although he is gone I always feel his presence
Sometimes I think I hear him walking downstairs
The protector did his part
Long live the hero


*Based on a true story

-MMM
Albero Centrale Apr 2014
You see me every day
Hear everything you say
Good things
Bad things
All are things

Some days you make fun of me
About the way I look
The clothes I wear
I'm different
Almost strange to the rest

You thing I don't hear you
The lies that you tell
The rumors
They spread
Like a virus

I learned to follow the flow
Stick to the stream
If anything
I keep attention away from me
That's me

As children we used to soar
Many now
I see are shunned
Popularity has destroyed
The bonds between us

They make us different

                                         -Adam
Albero Centrale Apr 2014
Growing up is like driving down a curvy dirt road.
Sometimes you get a flat tire and have to stop.
We always take a step back and remember its not the end of the world.

Life is like homework. We try to erase the mistakes but it’s always faintly there.
Sometimes you lose important papers, it fills us with regret.
We all need to start over sometimes.

Finding love is like looking for a pin in a pitch black room.
Sometimes we think we have it, only to realize it’s not there.
We will always keep looking, even when we feel like giving up.

Dreaming is like getting a present.
Sometimes it can be perfect, others can be disappointing.
We all have that hope that maybe someday it will come true.


MES
Albero Centrale Apr 2014
Falling unto everything
The water from the sky

The drops of water’s ping
Having no clue why

I do not know; the water pings
The water’s song

Sky is sharing, the water sings
To me the water does no harm


Brings to me, a brand new song
The wind, the water

Can do no wrong
                                        -Adam
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