Is she really gone?
My little sister
is that door really closed?
Can I still open it?

I've tried and I've tried
To get her back
But pushed away has been the end result

I didn't mean to lose her
I didn't mean to lash out
I didn't mean to **** it up
I didn't mean to break her heart.

Sis if you read this
Please know
I ******* miss you!

Are you really gone?
If I knock on that door
Will you open it up
Will you take me back

Please Fenix
What can I do
to get my little sister back?

You entered the mind
With the sinister intention
To kick out the happy thoughts
And abuse the space
Given to you as privilege
Now that you have taken it hostage
You have made it a place of slander
Deep wounds within
Cloaked from the world outside
You stealthily carry on the violence
A silent atrocity

I cannot get anything down.
I squeeze and suffocate,
choke the words out,
waterboarded with books,
until there is some water in this ******* drought.
Blame it for the lack of ingenuity,
for the life-long ambiguity,
how I cannot get my message out,
no matter how much I scream and shout.
The more I write the brighter I burn,
but like a fire I go out,
forgetting everything that I learn,
lost in the smoldering embers of doubt.

Don’t nurture the seeds of fear
Planted by the coward few
Which will pull you underground
Roots entrenched deep within
The crevices where toxicity breeds
Feeding off the darkness and blood
Giving rise to anarchy
So many dying in oblivion
Deprived of the sunshine of love

The hurtful words,
that you said.
The way you mistreated me.
When I reached out to you,
you turned your back on me.

What have I ever done to make you be so
cruel.
What did I ever do????

I thought you'd be there on my side,
but you didn't take my hope and pride.
You rejected me,
Can't you see I tried to be your friend.

You'll just end up hurting me again.
With me you don't have to pretend.

I'm healing inside,
I've moved on, without you
I'm no longer SHATTERED.

Copyrighted@2014 tomora pace

I should tell you, I should tell you
I stop breathing when you look at me
I should tell you, I should tell you
Your touch sends my heart into a tizzy
I should tell you, I should tell you
You make me feel free
I should tell you, I should tell you
The thought of your lips makes me dizzy
I should tell you, I should tell you
I want you and only you
I should tell you, I should tell you
I
      Love
                 You.

Six humans trapped by happenstance,
In bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood
Or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first man held his back.
For of the faces round the fire
He noticed one was black.

The next man looking 'cross the way
Saw one not of his church
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black mans face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight.
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

The last man of this forlorn group
Did nought except for gain
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

Their logs held tight in
death's still hands
Was proof of human sin,
They didn't die from the cold without
But died from the cold within.