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 Jan 2015 April Dean
The Jolteon
As this instant
Melts to time
I am wondering where I am
Before
After
I am taken above the clouds
Then dropped back to the mud
I thought I could hold you forever in this memory
But you are fading with me
But, when you keep saying "I'm stronger than this"
and your voice wavers
and tears
threaten
it is very hard to believe
that
you are stronger
than anything.  
Because when you look up
at a great big mountain
and its peak kisses god's lips
but you can't even
mumble his name.
When you look at an ocean
and see
how it's waves keep reaching
the sand
and you can't even reach out.
When you see a bird
find the way back to
it's hidden nest,
but some days
you can't even
find your way back
to
yourself
 Jan 2015 April Dean
Madeysin
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 Jan 2015 April Dean
Madeysin
i wish I could write beautifuly,
Fluently,
As you do,
Abstract,
With the knack of adding ferocity,
Leaves you breathless,
But content,
Art,
But ugly,
Rugged and rough,
Yet lovely,
I'm a child,
Nothing more,
Weak in the act of living,
I could do better,
Better,
Could I do?
I wanna write like you,
As if the words were rolling off Gods tongue,
Onto yours,
We are the people that you created.
A generation going nowhere.
We are the kids that you hate.
Brought up by fear and paranoia.
The technology era,
distinguished by guns and violence.
Raised and spoiled;
aggression and hate the new emotions.
Alienated from each other.
Passion and empathy completely diminished.
A dystopian world,
ruled by liars and thieves.
Pain is coupled with pleasure.
Angst and depression consuming the minds.
Break away from the hate.
Become a better generation.
We are not the nowhere kids.

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