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 Feb 2014 Nameless
Danni
Can't Stop
 Feb 2014 Nameless
Danni
I can’t stop.
I won’t stop.

The thoughts keep coming,
keep pouring into my head.

I wish I could forget,
and move on forever

and ever more:
to be everlastingly happy.

But I can’t.
They keep coming.

They won’t stop.
They can’t stop.

They keep coming,
keep pouring into my head.

The stress is not worth my time,
my energy.

They make me negative.
They make my world cold.

I am doubtful of myself,
and these thoughts remind me.

They can’t stop.
They won’t stop.
 Feb 2014 Nameless
Danni
Every three-hundred seconds,
she danced three-hundred more.
Every three-hundred seconds,

her head bobbed to music,
her foot kept a beat,
and her mouth mouthed a chorus.

No music played,
no beat pounded,
and no lyrics were there to mouth.

Her silent song played from inexistent speakers,
and her body danced to a silent song of chaos,
every three-hundred seconds.
 Feb 2012 Nameless
Levon Sahakyan
Little boy blue,
Didn’t know what to do.
His life was a mess,
And getting worse as he grew.

His problems got bolder,
As he began to get older.
Until one day he thought,
He could take not much longer.

He tried hard to plot,
A new life where he got,
Anything he wanted but
But ahead he got not.

One day after work, as he was walking home
His mind was in despair and not able to roam.
He tried to imagined happy place to be
Completely ignoring the black clouds of a storm.

Soon enough it struck, loud lightning and rain,
Almost to amplify the poor man's great pain.
He looked around for refuge,
And saw an abandoned old train.

He rushed inside,
To a roaring sight,
Of the homeless celebrating,
As their future was bright.

He told them all of what he thought of their party,
But they all looked and laughed saying "he was no smarty"
The man stood confused and enraged at the mob,
Then a frail old man came with the name of Marty.

Marty told the man of his miserable life story,
But he also told him a way to gain "self glory".
"the key to it all is to be happy, he said.
The man said in sorrow "psht, not my life, its gory!"

Marty smiled and said without sounding insane,
"Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain,
But you can't make a rainbow,
Without a little rain"

— The End —