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 May 2015 My Freedom
eyy
Introvert
 May 2015 My Freedom
eyy
I wandered slowly
Through sidewalk cracks and broken pavements
Finding my own piece of Gethsemane
So that people would know I exist

I was a ghost
To eyes that didn't even care to look
A boring book
To minds that didn't even bother to read
A blank canvas
To those who didn't even try to understand

That I was somebody

All of them only saw me as an empty bottle
Not knowing I just want to be filled with silence
Because silence is a beautiful symphony
And I am the conductor

I am a human being capable of owning a soul and
Live through a thousand lifetimes

I was never the boring book
In fact, I am the author
Writing my own story on Life's pages

I am an artist
A dreamer who can create masterpieces even on
A blank canvas such as myself

But most of all, I am an introvert
A carapace even I consider a home
Because it makes me who I am and
Not because of what you say I am
looking in my mirror
i see nothing wrong
figuring out now
i was beautiful all along
imperfections, i have them
but its no big deal
its just a way of proving
that im 100% real
i may not be attractive
but im sure great to be around
the queen of self-confidence
shall i be crowned
 May 2015 My Freedom
M K
Steps
 May 2015 My Freedom
M K
step one, step two
in the tar you lost your shoe
step three, step four
you don't belong anymore
step five, step six
the kids are snorting pixie sticks
step seven, step eight
tonight you and charlie are going to hop the freight
step nine, step ten
you wonder when you'll be whole again
turn, step one, step two
charlie and you found your shoe
step three, step four
you bought a house with a pretty red door
step five, step six
you never really liked pixie sticks
step seven, step eight
you laugh 'till its late
step nine, step ten
you learn how to be whole again
 May 2015 My Freedom
Cat Fiske
Society has no right,
over who I decide,
to be,
society doesn't choice for me
There are some rare occasions
that I catch myself
just gazing at her when
her attention
is elsewhere
and I think to myself,
"My God,
sometimes you can be
such a headache
but you are,
and always be,
my favorite person
in the world
."
If I were a soldier
All ****** and bribed
I would go down by the trenches
On a tank time joy ride
If I were a soldier
Death would be my game
For all the wrong reasons
They will remember my name
If I were a soldier
I'd say my farewells
Down the barrel of a ******
And straight down to hell
If I were a soldier
Wounded by pride
For a country not worth this
Lest we forget,
I have died
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