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 May 2014 Ariel Knowels
Nomad
What is she to you?
Another body?
Another Tool?
You broke her once,
and never again,
you took her heart,
and smashed it to pieces,
you tore her to shreds
corrupted her meekness.

Look at what you've done,
you two-faced liar,
you're on the next high
just trying to get one step higher.

Look at yourself, you ***** piece of trash,
everything you say or do,
is all in a rush,
and all rather rash.

I'm not perfect,
but God forbid should I strike a woman for the moment,
cause when the law catches up,
it'll be time to confess your sins,
and confess to own it.

What have you done?!
What has she to you,
that you had to commit,
to say it led to what you said you had to do.

Why?
What was she to you?
Uh. Came out of no where.
 May 2014 Ariel Knowels
Nomad
There's a world out there,
not all to kind,
there's a world out there,
that doesn't have you in mind.

You're out of sight,
therefore out of mind,
the world spins faster,
leaving you behind.

So what are you going to do,
while they run the race,
will you sit and cry,
live in shame and disgrace?

Or will you fight
to survive with your brothers and sisters,
to fight your fears and overcome the challenges,
ignore the pain, the tears, the blood and blisters.

There's a world out there,
a world full of people, that needs your help,
that only you could provide,
are you ready to face the music,
or are you to scared,
and want to run and hide?

NEVER!

Back down, give up, turn around
give up, lied down, and die, without a sound.
There's a world out there,
full of doubt, fear and misery,
don't add to the list of victims,
or worse yet,
to the ones that participate in the cycle
in the cycle a painful eternity.

You
Can
Make
A
Difference.

If only you tried.

It starts the second, you wake up in the morning
with a brand new attitude,
a brand new face.
Everyone will know you in the light,
but not what you work in the dark,
you can help put down a conflict
before it turns into a fight,
or you can do something simple,
like walk and talk with a crying friend,
somewhere nice, like the park.

You can do little things,
that in turn yields big results,
you start with a hello,
a simple word as that,
and it turns into a smile,
then before you know it,
you've gained a friend.
Wouldn't it be better for you,
if you could smile and know the end?

There's a world out there,
that needs your love,
compassion and mercy,
that needs your strength, whatever you have,
even for a pittance, of,
today's sad account of currency.

There's A World Out There
just waiting to meet you,
the question is,
what will you do?
i suppose nothing quite compares
to the absolute disheartenment
upon learning that those you adore
feel nothing close to the same
for you
it doesn't really make me feel better
when you tell me how ******* sorry you are
because you knew what you were doing
as you did it

it doesn't really make a difference
that i drive you crazy
because it didn't matter to you
when it mattered to me

it doesn't really affect much
that you wish me well, that you're ashamed
once you drop an apple,
it will remain bruised
and change it's texture

sorry doesn't change what happened
the things you said to me
are still tattooed on my skin
no matter how hard i try
to rub them off
it's the memory of a time
stripped down to my underwear
wrapped in your bedding
wrapped in your arms
the closeness we shared,
the laughter
and the happiness
that i want to relive

maybe only momentarily
and very rose-tinted
i want to feel you again
thank you
Pity I know not where that is.
Look around you,
A world of fraud.
All these lies
Deserve an applaud.

You hide yourselves
With thick fake masks,
Dropping the ensemble
In the safety of your casks.

You plead for reality
Yet do so cloaked.
Open your eyes,
This fate, you've evoked.

To the few
Vulnerable and bare,
I have a favor to ask
If you truly care.

So those of you
Free of feign and guilt
I ask that you tear down
What we have built.
i don't see any benefits to your existence
you are a waste of space
i don't want you in my life
you are an awful excuse for a man

"but he is your father
and he loves you"
has become overused

you are not the man of my childhood
he would never have said
or done
the things you have
where is he?
where are you?
"they are children! stupid children! they don't know anything!"
You asked for a life
Full of beauty and music
The devil said no
I tattooed a client today with extreme interest in music and art, but who never had a chance to express himself. I felt sincerely sorry for him..
you consider me pretty
i know because you've told me
several times before
i know because i've felt you
react to me

i know you would have never loved me
even if you thought you could
(which you didn't)
i wasn't ruined enough

your own sadness must be complemented
compared
with mine
i wasn't ruined enough

someone whom i thought was your friend
pulled me aside
because she thought you might
and she chose to warn me
but you didn't
i wasn't ruined enough

but you will never really know how ruined
tarnished
*****
used
filthy
i truly am

you will never really know how he
whispered to me
breathed on me
pressed on me
pressured me
complimented me
insulted me
threatened me

touched me


i find it incredibly insulting
that "emotionally damaged"
has become attractive
romanticized
wanted
by guys like you
*******, *******
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