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as they stand
there is paint on the walls
dripping

political statements scrawled
angry and upset
on old buildings
stenciled or not
caught or not
they are there

they wonder what they mean
the font is hard to read but
there is meaning
they can feel it in their chest
in their heart and mind
there is fear here
or there is triumph
regardless, there is meaning

there is meaning in spray cans
climbing over fences just so they can
make a statement
that passengers in cars will see
that trains will carry with their cargo

they carry this meaning
as they walk home
afraid of the flashing lights
because here they have the right
to say what they will fight for

there is no judgement here
so this is where they leave
their meaning on the world.
for the future
The study-skill of coping
A scholar learns, and teaches
Vices of distraction, dissension
Stressed in silence and speeches

We are in this together
Or so we've all been taught
We stand united in struggle
But fall separate in thought.

We each carry hidden loads
Pains and pasts of our own
We may be followed by darkness
But in the dark, not alone.

We all march on, in struggle and stride
Through tides that pull to drown
For hope that together we reach a high
Before we all break down.

|b.g.|
youre just a **** up*
a nothing
a no one
no one cares
she didn't really love you
just one cut
just one
Shut up
do it
Shut up
there. Like that
No
good
No
*good girl
Words    
                                                                ­        on
                                            a            
                                                                ­      white
                                              screen    
                                                                ­          .
                                                how      
      ­                                                           do
                                    you            
            ­                                                              eve­n
                                                 know    
                                                        ­           I'm
                                           real        
                                                                ­     ?
Stitches |
                                      |in a ripped
   seam of |
                               |a mask.
     Needle|
                                     |and thread
    holding|
                                 |together
          false|
                                |feeli­ngs
            of a|
                               |broken
demeanor|
                   |.
We're all little lights in the darkness
Will you be my light?
Because my lights gone out
I feel lighter when I'm with you
Please don't let your light go out
You are my drug
I keep coming back for more
I need you every night
And if I don't get you I go crazy
Please don't make me go crazy
I might hurt myself
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