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 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
I am
A wolf among the sheep

They walk noisily about
Silently I creep

I walk as they do
I wear the same clothes

I meander my way through them
My prey will never know

The real me isn't so grand
This costume I wear is part of my plan

I'm not here to help you
I don't want your love

I am going to eat you
With teeth stained in blood
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
As soon as we're born
We're one foot in the grave
We work to live
To that work become slaves

Some are fortunate
And live lavish lives
Others work too much
Life passes them by

Take the time now
While you're still able
Life ends abruptly
Not like in the fables

One day you're in school
Next day you're retired
You nap in the daytime
Because you're so tired

From a life spent rushing
Ruled by the clock
Time keeps moving forward
Tick tock tick tock

Work hard while you must
Enjoy time spent at home
Don't waste your time
And don't live it alone
 May 2014
Poetic T
I died
young,
But I lived
a long Memorable life..
It doesn't matter how short the life, is its what we do with it
I guess you could call it poetic how by the age of 12 I had no recollection of what happiness tasted like on my tongue. Some would say it was tragically beautiful.
But it was not poetic, nor was it beautiful,  but it was tragic. It was so very, very sad, and that sadness is only doubled now that people see sorrow as glorious.  It is not glorious. It is not strength. It is a lump of iron in your chest and stomach and it eats you from the inside, out and you have no right to think that blood stained wrists are anything other than tragic. So very,  very tragic.
If you ever end up falling
you could never catch yourself
is this the reason why
you never say 'I love myself' ?
 May 2014
Pea
It begins when a
butterfly dies. My stomach
is an insect grave.
 May 2014
Eliana
feeling broken is
looking at everything

you wish you could want
to do and realizing

you are not good
enough
 May 2014
Poetic T
You are going on a journey,
one never to forget, but don't
fear you will not be alone.

You take with you friendship
and love, parts given freely
by everyone.

You have touched so many
with out knowing, you have
friends that will remember
you, when the clock stops
and you are gone.

You are never alone, please
know that, for when you decide
its time, when the time comes.
Know that you have not gone
alone.

You take with you a piece of
love and friendship from each
of us, to where ever your journey
takes you, know that  you do not
go alone...
A friend is terminal less than one week, so I wrote this..
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