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Cassiel Moore May 2012
Men
How ashamed am I to be considered one
We brag about our strength
And yet all the bragging has brought is pain
No man can accept another’s definition of life
Therefore blood must be shed
Man cannot share this world with anything less
Than a ***** and a taste for *******
It is a shame that I am one
Men have poured blood over land
That could have easily been shared
And placed severed heads on stakes
Their prize?
They’re truly disgusting
In their history
Even now there are fights
Over who said what and why
No man can ever be understood
Because none are listening
It is because of them I am ashamed to be a man
So instead
I shall be a fish
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Hay un dragón cera de mi corazón
There is a dragon by my heart
Quien hizo una noche una obra de arte
Who made one night a work of art
Sus palabras de miel todavía suenan en mis oídos
His words of honey still ring in my ear
Como si estuviera todavía aquí
As if he were near
A pesar de que hay un centenar de kilómetros de distancia
Though he’s a hundred miles away
Parte de el simper permancera
Part of him will always stay
Incrustado en mi piel
Imbeded in my skin
Todavía mi Corazón tiene que ganar
Still my heart he has to win
Este dragón es el guardián de mi luz
This dragon is the keeper of my light
A partir de un simple día que hizo en la noche
From a simple day he made into night
Que era la oportunidad que trajo este portero
It was chance that brought this keeper
En mi mente, esta hermosa criatura
Into my world, this beautiful creature
A mi dragón, tan cerca y tan lejos
My dragon, so close and yet so far
En mi corazón, que le dejo una cicatriz apasionada**
Upon my heart, he left a passionate scar
Cassiel Moore May 2012
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
‘For my end is not dread
It is for the finest of all that I go
And in the end you will know
That it is for the best
In a pine box I will rest

The days of fighting to avoid a sip
Of a liquid diet passing through my lips
Doctors said, His esophagus is shrinking
It left you upset and thinking
Of different ways to keep me alive
But is a pickle jar of medication away to survive?

I would try to speak my mind
Yet my mouth would **** it up, I find
That only a pen could I make you understand
What was going on with this man
They labeled me MR
But you never let them take it far

A home where staff loved me so
And yet, I never wanted you to go
Some said I was acting out
It was only because I couldn’t shout
That I missed you so dearly
It had been so long since I last saw you clearly

The violent shaking, they called a seizure
When all went dark I could see her
The angel that resembled you
She held me close to tell me I’m not through
I came back to make you see
That my diagnosis has always meant to be

So do not mourn me when I am dead
For my love for you I’ve always said
Has never reached any barrier in the life I have lead
In death I will lay in this bed
I love you forever mom
‘For only you can make my rapid heart calm
Cassiel Moore May 2012
It took humanity thousands of years to evolve into a society. A place where our thoughts would be heard. Our words could be shared, and we, as a whole moved past the barbaric creatures that we used to be. Few have stood up to the whole and screamed, “WE MUST BREAKOUT OF OUR WAYS! We cannot treat others as if they were dirt! Just because that’s how it has always been does not mean that it is right!”

Their words have inspired, humanity has come so far. We have created an illusion that the more we have the better we are. We have cried and died just to say, “We broke out! We are different and have changed.”

And how perfectly we lie as we say it.

If we have truly evolved, then why are we fighting over love? Does changing mean lining the pockets of politicians so oil companies can make the rules and destroy the Earth?

Is breaking out of our barbaric ways tying down and torturing our mentally disabled? Putting them in cribs so the age of twenty seven looks like a deformed four year old. They are not perfect as the media says that they should. So we hide them away like the Hunchback of Notre Dame was hidden. How can we say that we have left our ****** past behind us when we drug those who are different and condone the torture of the abnormal?

It is not true! Some have screamed at our accusations. It will be changed… and we believe it.

We believe every beautiful lie.

Society bleeds peace from the skin of nuclear weapons. We scream for equality for those who are exactly like us and no one else who doesn’t fit the mold. Gangs run our streets like kings, their drugs flowing through our cities like blood in our veins. Hate is the skeleton with which we thrive and the beautiful lies we whisper are the muscles that keep us moving.

How can we say we have broken out when ****** run the streets free and the pregnant victim is the one society assaults? How can we have broken out when colors that shouldn’t matter are the soul basis for the death of an innocent fourteen year old girl, who just happened to be riding her bike. How can we say that we have changed when families are starving to death because the price of living has gone so high that their stagnant jobs can’t support them like it once did.

Society… Oh society how wrong you are with your honeyed, poisoned words. Do as you say and breakout. Change. Because you’re taking a long walk off a short cliff and those words will catch up to you. Breakout now, no one will do it for you.
Cassiel Moore May 2012
Pill poppin’
Party rockin’
Open the med cabinet to find my fix
Claritin for my allergies
Dayquil for the flu
Vitamins for the immune system
NoDose for school
Cepacol for the cough
I’m just pill poppin’ and party rockin’ my way through life
Caffeine to stay awake
Weight loss just to fit in
Can’t sleep eight hours
No that’s too much
Four will do well
There’s too much to do for a busy girl like me
College baby, gonna make a man outta me
My day is full, no matter what the calendar says
Up for work at 5
Bed by 2
Just pill poppin’
To keep party rockin’
Don’t know how much more I can take
But I’ll be ok
Just keep pill poppin’ and party rockin’
I can always sleep when I’m dead.
Cassiel Moore May 2012
My dear, beloved cigarette
How I love lighting your head on fire
The sweet aroma of your smoke drifting into my lungs
You take my anxiety and anger
And bring it to a more comfortable level
I’ve never been so in love
And yet this love is inconvenient
Your sent lingers on me,
Like a lovers clone
You beg for my attention
At times when I can’t give it to you
But I still love you
My dear, dangerous beloved cigarette
Cassiel Moore May 2012
I touched him while he was frightened
For me there was no emotion
I have none
My race does not allow it
Mind meld,
Is what my people call what he needs
He called it strange
But he needed my help
To erase the memories
It is highly dangerous
To perform such intimacy
Especially with the Captain of my ship
But nessacary
The Borg prison I rescued him from
Holds a set of memories
No human should keep
His emotions immediately
Flooded my thoughts
It was so difficult to keep control
I am…in control…of my emotions…
I am…a…I am…
So angry! I wanted to scream
I released my fingers from his temples
And fell to my knees
Catching the Captain as he went down
Tears of rage running down my face
As the Captain woke
He looked at me with an emotion
I know as sadness
No memory,
But he knew
Touching his hand to my cheek
He spoke these words to me:
“You are Vulcan and you are in control.”
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