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 Oct 2014 ryann
Creep
Surge
 Oct 2014 ryann
Creep
It's at times like these that your favorite song
comes on the radio,
on this frigid, stale day
then it slips into your ears,
and everything becomes wizadry,
ecstasy flows through your veins the way the sting of the vaccine might,
though this time it is injected through your ears,
and it is pleasant.
It's at times like these that you have to get up
and dance your worries and tears and problems away,
forget the task at hand,
and to sing at the top of your lungs!
*impromptu dance party* i havent done enough justice for the way i feel whenever "somebody told me" by the killers or any other of my favorite songs come on...
 Oct 2014 ryann
M
isn't it strange
the names we give our pets?
the names they'll never know?
So many things can be said in a few wistful sighs
I can read your thoughts by looking in your eyes
Too many times my whispers have not been heard
Too many days have passed without saying a word
So many things have been said between truth and lies

So many times I've tried to reach and touch your heart
I can still see the tears where it's been ripped all apart
Too many years you've simply just ignored your scars
Too many dreams of yours have yet to reach my stars
So many times I've tried to show you, you're a work of art

So many dreams can be shared between lovers and friends
I can never imagine a moment where the dreaming ends
Too many lyrics in way too many beautiful songs
Too many notes and tunes to discover in which I belong
So many dreams, time to find in which my heart mends
 Oct 2014 ryann
LA Brown
Scars
 Oct 2014 ryann
LA Brown
Every scar we carry tells a tale.

A tale of who we are,
it is ours and ours alone,
individual as we are.

I wear all of my scars with pride,
and my tale that is uniquely mine.

I hold my head up high,
for this is my scar,
my tale,
no one else's,
I own it.
 Oct 2014 ryann
LA Brown
Helpless
 Oct 2014 ryann
LA Brown
He is drowning,

          drowning down a well I cannot reach.

He is drowning,

           I call to him, "Come back, come back my love!".

He is drowning,

          does he not hear my cries, my despair?

He is drowning,

         I see the darkness engulf him, carry him away.

He is drowning,

         he is cloaked in the comfort of emptiness.

He is drowning,

        I cannot save him for he is one with the dark now.

He is drowning,

        I succumb to the darkness with him....
My son is battling depression....I would say more but only tears come now...
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