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 Mar 2015 Jolene D'Souza
Whiskurz
Sometimes hidden behind a smile
We can find our darkest places
The laughter will last for only a while
For it's something the darkness erases

No words exist to even explain
This feeling of total despair
You try your best to hide the pain
And pretend that it's not there

It steals the soul in tiny pieces
Until there's nothing left
And though your joy slowly decreases
Your mind is aware of the theft

That's when life seems closer to death
Than you ever thought it could be
You ponder each and every breath
While hoping it sets you free

We should consider depression a crime
It replaces the joy with lies
It has a way of distorting time
Until the laughter dies


  R.I.P. Robin Williams
 Mar 2015 Jolene D'Souza
Whiskurz
Who shall lament at my demise
When this world below I leave?
Who bears proof with blood-shot eyes?
Will one among you grieve?

Who will stand when I cannot
To trumpet deeds I've done?
Am I the one that time forgot
The name that people shun?

Who will walk me to my grave
And mark the place I lay?
Will one step forth, he who's brave
One strong enough to pray?

The seeds I've sown have fell in vain
For the darkness steals the light
They'll simply say, "He was insane"
Because of things I write

If not one tear shall fall for me
The world will one day know
I need not your sympathy
For I am Edgar Allen Poe
 Mar 2015 Jolene D'Souza
xeron
sweet
 Mar 2015 Jolene D'Souza
xeron
there is nothing kind
about you.
nothing sweet about
your blood tooth.
how fortunate i would have been
had i known
just how bitter you’d taste.
Stars up in the sky,
I long to be like you..
Adjusted to their space,
Content with what they do.
We all just wanna shine..
some for different reasons.
Ill use my light for good,
and show my brothers reason.
"Love has a ring to
it, and it looks great
on your beautiful finger."
A ****** crossed
the crescent Moon,
they hung in a twilight Sky.

The Wind whispers:

Is this a blessing
or is it a curse.

I **** my head
and heave a sigh.

Tumbling headlong
into the abyss  
this just got worse.


Can we go the distance
or are we going down with the Ship.

After all, who owns the Moon,
who can lay claim to the stars.

Time will tell.
She's got a hinge loose.
Well, I'll tell you,
it's more than that.  
The whole door is falling off,
And will certainly take a few other things with it.
The sum failure of her small unseen parts,
Coming loose one by one.  

And there never seems to be a proper screwdriver handy when she needs one.
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