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Would I stand idly by and let unfairness pass
Standing whiling away watching the growing grass
Doing nothing, ignoring the lies from that little ***
Hurting the one I love the most and I let it pass

Damaging pain, suffering, sorrow
Nothing I've done to stop today or tomorrow
That little ***, whose fear I have borrowed.

And now today I feel nothing but shame
Because I was the one who let her feel pain
I'm in love with a distant beauty
Reaching far, I find her heart
I'm in love with a close girl lovely
Reaching inside, I give her mine.

I'm in love with a long lost memory
She's the only one who finds it for me
I'm in love with a dark haired lady
She's the one my heart revives

Tears are gone, and no one's lonely
Once I've found the love I'd lost
Tears away the hiding curtain
She has made my life again
Mother Dearest, Dearest of all
A helper and lover, to all who call
Mother Dearest, Life-Giver to ourselves
I don't know how to tell you
Your love is life to all of us
Mother Dearest, Kindest to the world
You'll rebuild what has been broken,
Like toy blocks fallen on the floor
Mother Loveliest, most beautiful of life
Your smile whiles away the pain,
it cures me of strife
Mother Friendliest, most caring in my heart
You've turned words into a treasure trove
A gorgeous work of art
Mother Wisest, most guiding and most fair
Although I'd object to grounding
You most of all make it seem better just to share
Mother Kindest, most helpful and most sweet,
You have changed the fields of ashen crops
To bounties filled with wheat
Mother Dearest, You're all around the best
And if you'll permit, at your behest
Mother Dearest, I'd like to carry on
For pages and pages, as ever you read on
But Mother, can't you see? The greatest Love I'll ever know, is the one you give to me.
Happy Mother's day all!
An angry acid boils
As I felt my stomach churn
The voice of my loved one filled with tears
As against her my words turn
The day we’d feared with constant dread
The day I thought wouldn’t happen before I’m dead

The actions of that day led to heartbreaking things
I felt as though a demon, tearing away her wings

Guilt leading to my own demise
Knowing I can no longer rise
Never again seeing the light of her face
All because of the tears rolling down my angel’s face
Forgiveness is a fickle friend
Granting second chances
Giving hope for future changes
Building us up after we've torn each other down

But receiving it is somehow harder than gifting
Acknowledging that yes, you do need forgiveness
You've messed up and it's time to own up

Somehow it's harder than apologizing
Because with an apology you have the comfort of confession
but with forgiveness you have only the journey back to trust

Decisions, decisions, trust or patience?
Earning or forgetting?
We have to choose one or the other
And yet either can be harder than the other
as easy as they seem to choose from
Enacting them remains a long hard journey,
or an easy forgetting of why you needed forgiving in the first place

Remember, remember, mistake or malice?
Anger or sorrow?
We are responsible for one or the other
and yet either is as hurtful as the other
As evil as one seems over the other
Enacting them leads to a long hard journey
or a heated retraction of care of the ones whom forgave you in the first place

Loving, loving, choice or chemical?
Lusting or caring?
We can always prioritize one over the other
and yet one is not necessarily better or worse than the other
As shallow as one seems over the other
if either piece was missing
there would be no forgiveness in the first place.
Maybe this soul deserves a new carrier
This body and mind have succeeded in naught but failure

If I could give it to someone else
And entrust it to a better carrier

I would feel so much more like myself
And far less like my own failure

I say that I’m sorry
I tell you not to worry

But the simple fact remains

My soul should not remain in me
Not when I’ve failed to let it be

My soul has failed to grow in me
Or I have failed to let it
My soul does not belong in me
I think I should release it

Release it with a fitting end
It might find another place to be alive
Release it with a heart un-rend
And maybe it can thrive

Goodbye, oh my soul
Oh, my soul
I wish you the best of luck
Maybe you can find
Someone who can always give a- stop
You say, whispering in my ear
I whimper
It’s going to be okay, you claim, relaxing my many fears
Step down from the ledge, there’s nothing to be feared,
I always know you’re worried, even if it seems you never cared.
I whimper again
You look at me
I trust you, you say
I don’t believe you
What you say has rhyme and reason
I have none of that
It’s okay, you say again
I love you more than any other friend
I don’t step down
I want to step over
I want to be over
But speaking of over
You keep saying I love you, over and over
But I don’t understand
That doesn’t make sense
Why would you care?
This is no way to live.
Rather I’d die
Instead of hurting you again.
Just bored, wrote it up.
May flowers, from April showers
But some flowers are year-round
As if they possess some magical powers
As if they have life abound

May flowers, sour and wilt
As they're crushed by what we built
And although I never laid a brick on the house of fear
I can't help but feel like I caused it to be here

Being afraid of what lies ahead
My older skin, my toughness, I shed
Losing the aid of a tough exterior
I've broken down, falling apart in the interior

I channel my fears into my arts
Ignoring my brain and preferring my heart

But this made it harder to make the right choice
And when I was confronted with your mesmerizing voice
I made the wrong one
I told myself that I was done
But I wasn't strong enough to make the right decision
And now between us, there's never been a greater schism.

You were my Mayflower
The ship that brought me to a new world
Now you're some evil power
Dragging me down to the cold.

My mayflower wilted by my own home
an irony unconsidered by my flesh and bone

For safety brought you only pain
And now the greater pow'r is my shame
And besides you, whom I won't blame
There's no one with which to share the game.
“It’s the new sensation that’s gripping the nation!”
It is the greatest thing humanity has ever seen,
a phone with a touch screen…

Everyone has one now,
it’s as normal as having fingers
an extension of our arms.

Pinterest, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr…
all have to be checked, watched, updated.
I have to spill my guts to a screen behind which hides strangers.

“I know you. from Facebook.”  That’s what they all say.
The thing is I don’t know you,
you are the person who found me through a mutual friend
a mutual friend of a mutual friend.

I don't know you,
You haven’t updated your feed in months.
you know me though.

Last week on twitter you saw I had posted that I was feeling depressed.
Two nights ago on Instagram that picture of me at a party
today at lunch, on Facebook I posted a tribute for my second cousin.
a mutual friend.

there is no sensation…
I have a callous on each of my fingertips
the overheating screen no longer burns my hands.
the glow no longer irritates my eyes.

The phone with a touch screen,
sending us information from all of time and space
From love and tragedy.
From the good and bad

Every day I post what happens in my life.
the good the bad and the ugly
as cliche as it is there is no other way to say it.

Everyday I read about other people’s happy endings and good deeds
I read about the people who have conquered the world’s evils.
then I open a new tab and read about the ones who lost.
The girl who gave into the need of some comfort and let him do it
The boy who believed that he was so unloved he jumped it
The girl who starved to death so she could be skinny in the casket
The boy who is hurt by his parents so he hurts others to make up for it
The girl who finds the razor behind the shelf in the bathroom and uses it
The boy who takes the drugs to escape it
The girl who goes to prison for stealing it
The children who don't know what to do.

Because that’s the truth,
this is what the phone has done.
we can’t feel anymore.
there is no emotion in a text message.
on social media.

there are only empty word of condolences and congratulations
the only honest thing online is hate
hate to another person because you can’t stand the idea
That they can still feel
and you lost that ability when you let the phone pull your soul out and dump it in a database
called Facebook, Instagram, and twitter.

They own you now,
they tell you what you are
who you are
and who you’re going to be.

the world’s greatest invention is what’s going to **** us.
I'm in denial
that I might have defiled
God’s great plan for me.
Love is a story,
From once upon a time, straight through happily ever afterlife.

Love is saying hello
Love is the first date
Love is all the dates after that
Love is meeting her father
Love is asking
Love is saying yes
Love is living through the planning
Love is a white dress
Love is a small house
Love is the first cry of a child
Love is mud on your hands
Love is cookies in the oven
Love is a garden
Love is a puppy
Love is family game night
Love is tears on behalf of the other
Love is a fight
Love is apologizing first
Love is making up
Love is growing up
Love is a hug
Love is coming back
Love is being a family
Love is a hospital bed with a never empty chair next to it.
Love is a coffin adorned with flowers
Love is following.

Because love is more than till death do us part.
Love is Eternal.
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