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 Feb 2015 namii
Traveler
PURE ONE
 Feb 2015 namii
Traveler
My truth
Is my burden
It never sleeps
I get
Lost within
My shame
My heart
Weighs heavy
My voice
Gathers words
That don't
Come out

Something
Like...
"PLEASE TRUST ME"

How I long for
Your acceptance.
 Feb 2015 namii
Creep
I may be a butterfly to you,
but moths can be mistaken for butterflies.
It's a common mistake everyone makes.

I'll just buzz around at your window,
seeking your light, your warmth,
but once you let me in,
I'll just fly around, pesky and all.

You see, I need your night-time lightning
more than you need my silent thunder.
I'm attracted to your night-time lightning,
just like everyone else.
The warmth,
the buzz,
the light it brings.
Who wouldn't want to get to know you?
But silent thunder?
Who needs that?

You see, my dear,
Lightning best thrives in the dark,
it shines brighter then.
Me?
I follow the night-time lightning,
trailing behind it everywhere it goes.
People forget I'm there,
they are too much in awe by you
to remember me.
But that's okay.
I'm the ugly one,
and I still can't believe that you
the lightning of the night,
the savior of the broken,
the luminosity that breaks open the sky
and reminds us that there's always hope even when things are dark,
you let me stay with you...

And for that,
I love you ever more,
and would like to thank you
from the bottom of my soul and heart.
I will serve you in the best way I know how.
Kind of written in the spur of the moment. In response to someone's recent poem. He knows who he is...
Arigato.

Twisted Nerve
By Bernard Herrmann
 Feb 2015 namii
Silence Screamz
I am burned into you
Scar tissue hurt
Did you really care?
Did you really love?
Was it about the pain?

Cast burn on the wall
Silent and empty chair
Charred my life
Emptiness complete
You lit the match
Another look on cheating
Now the voices have gone silent
And my mind's an empty hall
Every thought's an echo bent
Every word an unanswered call

There is music in my heart
But it's nothing pure or free
My soul has lost it's spark
There are no songs left in me

So I'm lost in the chorus
I'm caught in the verse
The world is before us
And it's getting worse
And we're hollowing up
For the day prophesied
Cause in my heart, the music's died.

So I'll stick to listening
And drop the pen
Post a ghost posting
On whisper again

And maybe it's fine
That the song's dead inside
Maybe it's gone rotten
And my creativity's died

So I'm lost in the chorus
I'm caught in the verse
The world is before us
And it's getting worse
And we're hollowing up
For the day prophesied
Cause in my heart, the music's died.
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