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My Soul is an ocean
It just keeps giving
No matter how many times
The sanded shore sends
The waves away
The waters continue to
Come Back
To keep giving
To keep kissing
The thankless shoreline

This is My Soul.

My Soul is an ocean
Going Up and Down
The waves sink down low
To a dark place
But just when they have no hope
Of resurfacing
They come out of it
And up they go
There's no stopping them
Until they descend again

This is My Soul.
I hide my thoughts
behind my eyes.
Like shades
and shadows
among the trees.
Are they only
friends, or is
there more
than what my
eyes see.

Oh my eyes,
do they see
the truth?
Do my eyes
fool me, by
wandering through
the crowd.
My eyes,
do they see
too much?

Do they observe what
ought not to be
observed? Should
I hide my eyes, from
what I see. Should I
close my eyes
and become like
a little babe
only knowing
what I need?

Or should
I take charge of
what I know is
true and what
could be right
in my mind.
Should I find
out the
truth or leave
things be?
I feel the need for the words to pour
Yesterday was rough
Today I'm sore
But, I live to see another day
Of my life.

You say this is a mistake
Yeah, it could be
But, it's mine to make
I make my own mistakes
In my life.

This time it's rough
And yeah, I may have ****** up
But, everyone does it now and again
It isn't the end of the world
I'm not ruining my life.

I'm already ******* myself
I punish myself when I mess up
What makes you think this is any different?
This isn't a walk in the park for me
I evaluate my life.

I may not have a plan
How can I when this is so unpredictable?
But, I'll try my hardest to make something of myself
If it takes getting a 9 to 5 job, so be it
I will make the most of my life with the resources given.

I have friends that love and care for me
I have a family that provides and loves me
I will have people there to pick me up when I fall
If I can't get up off the ground
I appreciate the people in my life.

This is my life.
 Mar 2013 Bailey Ann
Aeolis Est
thoughts left behind me
like so many scatter'd leaves
thoughts I can't forget
Serotonin
Dopamine
Acetylcholine
             Religion failed
but drugs have
        saved
           me
© Daniel Magner 2012
 Dec 2012 Bailey Ann
Thomas Crone
It's always there.
You can ignore it
But it won't care,
Take a hit
It's still there.
Pour another drink
It just isn't fair,
What you might think
Is gone, is still there.
Troubles of the deep
Rip out your hair
Consider that leap,
It's always there.
Break your relationships
And it's still there.
What feels like a whip
It's always there
No matter how hard you try
You'll face despair,
No matter how high
It's always there.
For those who let their troubles build on top of one another inside.
 Dec 2012 Bailey Ann
Sam Edwards
A dream once was had-- for two to be equal,
For this is the land of the free,
Free for you; free for me.

Often we hide our faces, as if we were the ones shamed.
Instead of standing up with another,
Repelling awful names.

Silence has a power, often more than sound.
Silence tunes your true voice,
Silence shakes the ground.

Silence is the foe, when words need to be said.
Silence is the killer.
Silence marks the dead.

Young students go to school, all shades of different skin.
We all threw rocks and names,
Wanting equality was their sin.

Did it matter? Their race was who they were.
A few rose voices,
Others’ silences were fists furled.

What does it matter, of what color their skin?
Here comes another battle.
Here it comes again.

Silence is the foe, when words need to be said.
Silence is the killer.
Silence marks the dead.

If one was gay, would he not be a being?
Should you let others mock?
Does silence stop the grieving?

No, the pain is still there, still loud.
The silence is louder.
Silence is all around.

The names, the hate, all can be repressed.
Silence is the fermata.
Silence has the stress.

Silence is the foe, when words need to be said.
Silence is the killer.
Silence marks the dead.

What is the solution, to this lack of sound?
Simple.
Make it loud.

A word of hope, ringing upon new ears.
A word of sympathy,
Erasing all the fear.

A smile, a hug, a song, a dream,
All to be had,
All to be seen.

Shout against repression, against hate.
For we are all equal,
All the same final fate.

Silence is the foe, when words need to be said.
Silence is the killer.
Silence marks the dead.

Stand together, as one. Make the stand.
Stop silence, create music,
Ring it through the land.

With your words create harmony, create rhyme.
Create thirds and fifths,
Stronger than the flow of time.

Why must we stand alone? Aren’t we all brothers?
Did our ancestors fight?
Protecting our dear mother?

Hand in hand we’ll rise, voices speak as one.
Cruelness and evil gone,
Silence on the run.

Silence is the foe, when words need to be said.
Silence is the killer.
Silence marks the dead.

If we do not help each other, then who will assist?
Together we will rise,
Or fall together into the abyss.

Gay or straight, or be it black or white,
Whether you believe in god,
We’re all human, right?

We all feel, we all hear and see.
We can all make words,
We all breathe.

Silence is the foe, when words need to be said.
Silence is the killer.
Silence marks the dead.

So why must we be made different, called by our opinions or race?
Why must we be judged,
Simply by our face?

No more, I shout. No more the hate.
No more discrimination.
This is our fate.

No more injustice, social and the silence.
No more acts of anger.
No more senseless violence.

Let brothers protect brothers, let friends be friends,
For we are only human.
The same mortal end.

Let sisters love their sisters, let strangers be strangers no more.
For we are only human.
Our heart is our core.

Silence is the foe, when words need to be said.
Silence is the killer.
Silence marks the dead.

I will stand alone, if that is what it takes.
I will raise my voice,
Singing with quick haste.

I will be the difference, the smile to the weak.
I will help protect,
Helping shield the meek.

I will celebrate the differences, that make you and me.
I will turn the lock,
My voice will be the key.

Soon my friends will join, creating a choir of light,
Singing against the hate,
Harmonies strike the night.

Silence will not be my tool, silence is not my friend.
I will make my voice count.
I will make this hate end.

Silence is the foe, when words need to be said.
Silence is the killer.
Silence marks the dead.
 Dec 2012 Bailey Ann
Dev
She was the girl constantly being thrown lemons
Expected to make lemonade over and over, she did
Growing used to the sour taste of what she had come to know as her reality
A child’s innocence
She danced through thunderstorms
Twirling through the rain like she twirled through her life
Graceful leaps of laughter sending her in circles, growing dizzy
Only to find that by the time her dizziness had faded nothing was ever the same
Tangy lemonade had returned
Gulping it down along with her insecurities, she kept dancing but the bitter sense of having to grow up so fast hit her like a bolt of lightning she had once danced upon
And finally the thunderstorms grew too strong for her
The downpour that once sent her soaring soaked into her shoes
Damp and despair into her bones
Where once she would have floated over the world she dragged her feet to safety
She’d now watch the droplets of rain hit the window pain
Struggle after struggle
Lemon after lemon
She was left with nothing but the compromise of happiness
The acidity left her melting
Draining the juice from her slowly until she was just a little dusting of zest thrown on top of what used to be her childhood
Her days of dancing but a bare memory
And the girl she used to know had since disappeared
Lost hopes she tucked herself away
Her only idea of dreams locked away in her dream book next to her bed
Frantic scribbles on each page
She wrote her feelings as her old friend Thunder cracked over head
Her faint remembrance of happiness
But a sound
A raindrop
A window away
She blocked her ears now
Willing the constant bang of her Thunder to stop
Couldn’t it tell it only caused her more pain?
Persisting past her pleads; it rang out louder and louder
Taunting her
Haunting her
It yelled at her
And for the first time since the lemons had been thrown her way
She yelled back
Breaking that window open
Broken glass like all her old broken hopes hit the ground
She jumped outside
Enveloped by dazzling drops of clarity and surprise
For her shoes were no longer wet and her bones no longer heavy
And the weight of the storm no longer pinned her soul down
Her lost peace now found
She danced
A dance for all the dances she had forgotten
A dance that left the ground trembling and the skies flickering in her wake
This girl who had been thrown lemons without rest
Had figured out the answer to the test
Finally understanding that she was never too weak to conquer the storm
She was as strong and as fierce as the winds around her
As gentle as a raindrop hitting an eyelash but as grand as a flood covering land as far as the eye could see
No longer would she compromise her happiness
Her dreams
Herself
For now she knew that happiness was for her taking and hers alone
That girl now knew that the next time life through her a lemon
She’d throw it back
And yell
“I am no longer bitter lemonade”
“I am a thunderstorm”

For my best friend who is beautiful, smart and the strongest girl I know, even if she forgets it sometimes.
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