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Holding your hand, was the best thing to ever happen to me so far.
 Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
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if love doesn't grow in our heart
i  mean
if love doesn't grow in your heart
please cut out all the loves and let me fall
i don't want to grow a love for you anymore
you don't even have a feelings to me
or even care about me

how stupid i am
to let you enter the garden
and let all the love to grow
how stupid i am
to put my high hopes to you
how stupid i am
still believe that the light in your eyes was made for me
how stupid i am
maybe we were not meant to be together. your heart was made for me. and mine is just the pieces of broken things.
 Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
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He nibbled at my ear and whispered 'Let yourself loose.'
I asked 'Darling,will you play with my monsters too?'
I sat up for endless nights, staring into the imaginary mirror of perfection; just trying to get it right.
See, the mirror once struck fear into my inner ear.
I recall being a mess that year.
Looking into something that was so clear, I didn't understand why clarity showed no signs of being near.
Maybe the glass was fogging up from the steam that would leak from the seams of my pores - the doors to the things that I should feel more.
The numbness was an empty vein, but it sent a shock wave to my nerve endings.
It was in this moment, I knew the rest of my life was only pending.
I hated the message I had been sending.
So I backspaced into a new place with a new face.
When I went back to the mirror, the glass broke.
I listened to the sound of the shatter and it reminded me: I am my last hope.
I am the last note in the song you wrote to everyone who's told you "no".
I didn't know I could be so bold. Or maybe I did, but I had only been told.
I am no more than what I allow my soul to feel. I am no more than what I perceive to be real.
So here's the deal:

I won't conceal this passion until I'm in that casket. And even then, you couldn't bury me, when my legacy is my tactic.
But will you listen to my echoing voice? Will they send you the chills that I feel? Will you understand?

I will scatter my soul in all the grains of sand on which you'll stand, contemplating if you should have ever ran...

- L.G.
 Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
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Dear you,
guard your little heart,
it seems very vulnerable.
guard it,
for there might be not much left.

you have given your heart
to people who didn't deserve it
and they have thrown it away
to some unknown place.

be done giving parts of that heart
for soon,
there will be nothing left.

guard it,
with steel bars and brass locks.
guard it,
*while it it's still there.
a poem for all the hearts out there.
In my closet lie my secrets
Shackled in shame, as they huddle in the darkness
Fearful of being spilt out for the rest of the world to see
Yet silent and unwavering, as they force courage upon themselves
Hopeful that they may remain hidden in the cobwebs which hang inside
But knowing that one day they may somehow be released
Forced to leave their prison of safety, as the truth is revealed
As the skeletons spill from the darkness
And the secrets from my past come back to haunt me
I don't really know how to explain this, other than by just saying that everyone needs to be honest. But don't just be honest with yourself. Be honest with your friends, family, and everyone you care about. Hope you guys like this poem. If you do please follow, and click the like button. Thank you guys. :)
Religious stand offs, the prophecy foretold. The holy war that only the bible could have known.

Blacks and whites could fight for days and nights. Mainstream media makes the battle go, ignite.

Pandemics spread with haste, we know there's no controller, the final form takes place, a demon named Ebola.

You know that famous saying
That money is the root,
And all that I keep saying is that there's no substitute, for evil.

One part materialistic with two parts ballistics, a society insane with seven heads that are twisted.

I've got words and melodies that are beautiful like Pete Townsend's.
But when I'm angry at the world my power level's over nine thousand!

It takes a lot of devastation to learn a little appreciation. Mother nature's in control, under God, one nation.

The sun will rise tomorrow if we make the right choices. Stop listening to what's trending and start listening to your inner voices.

There's beauty in the world, with a lot of negative spaces. Find some one who's less fortunate than you and try to trade places.

The dirt, the trees, and the water is important. It's the material things in our lives that we need to forfeit.

We can wait for all of time but time waits for no man. Live your life to the fullest, your only one man son you cant dodge bullets.

It could all be gone in the blink of and eye, wake up with gray and see how time flies.

The hate has to stop. The listening needs to start. Stop getting offended with every jab to the heart.

I am no one, small wisdom that don't compare. Learn from everyone, even those that don't care.

Dark to light is how this story is told. The human race has reached a crossroad, which way will we go?

Years from now will we sing the Star Spangled Banner, or will we all live in the War Strangled Manner.  

By Matt Drake
Dark to Light
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