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 Nov 2012 PJ
Daniel Kenneth
Shout
 Nov 2012 PJ
Daniel Kenneth
They said to always be honest
So I tried not to lie
But it seems that we would rather be ignorant
Than face a harsh reality

They said to always be honest
Even when the truth hurts
But my words fall on deaf ears
As you refuse to listen

They said to always be honest
So I told you how I felt
But you laughed and turned away
Cause you didn't want to help

They sad to always be honest
So as I am tying this noose
I want y'all to know
All I needed was someone to here the truth
Instead of barricading themselves in a world of lies
 Nov 2012 PJ
Tony bock choi
Mirage
 Nov 2012 PJ
Tony bock choi
your oppression,
my depression
A struggle between
right and wrong
direction-less presence
facading happiness.

just tell me i will be missed,
my leaving will not be wished.

just one last kiss
one last glimpse,
what the future could hold
i feel it slipping away,
one last time.
 Nov 2012 PJ
Brycical
Helping Hands
 Nov 2012 PJ
Brycical
People who say they want to help
scare me,
because this is what I hear:

I want to help you: I want to control you
I know what you need.
**** that whole "being there" bit,
what good is that if I can't show you
how clever and well-adjusted I am?
You need to eat this green plant
and smoke that green plant
or take these round pills
after swallowing the thick oval ones.
I'm full of great ideas.
I don't understand why people don't love me more;
I'm such a helper.
What's good about listening
when I could be telling you
all of your solutions?
All you have to do is listen to me.
Why is that so hard?
Just do what I say
and I know for a fact
your life will turn around.
That's so easy,
especially for you
because all you have to do
is what I say.
I'm the one putting forth all the effort.  
Why doesn't everyone
do this?
I'm not really sure where this one came from. I don't dislike people who help. I respect them greatly.
 Nov 2012 PJ
Daniel Kenneth
I'm not ready for this
I know that's selfish of me
Yet I can't help how I feel
I thought I had more time
To brace myself
But the months suddenly became days
With one phone call, my entire perspective changed

Its almost Christmas
But you won't be here
You'll be away
In danger, making us proud
But leaving me in fear every second of the day
This is what you love to do
And I respect that more than you can imagine
But still, I am not ready

I  don't know how I will get through this
Despite our differences, you mean the world to me
Just please stay safe
Come home to me
Please Dad
 Nov 2012 PJ
Sydney Victoria
I'm One Off 7 Billion Crying,
I'm One Off 7 Billion Slowly Dying,
Half The World Trying,
The Other Half Lying,
Starvation And Disease,
Criminals And Thieves,
An Empire Grows,
Then One Is Diseased,
The World Is Cruel To Say The Least,
A Look At The Past,
Brings A Good Laugh,
But In The End,
Two Wrists Are Slashed,
Erie Flashbacks Crowd Millions Of Minds,
Snipers, Terriorists, And Grenade Mines,
Litter The Worlds Beautiful Face,
All This Human Violence Is Such A Disgrace,
Diwali Everyday In Cities Around The World,
But Not The Festival Of Light,
Just The Light Pollution Smuthering The Stars,
I'm One Of 7 Billion Being Lied To,
One Of 7 Billion Inclined To,
Believe In Humanity,
To Believe There Is No Insanity,
I'm One Of Just 7 Billion Wandering This Lonely,
Yet Crowded World
I'll Starve But Never Die In This World Of Hungry Ghosts -Lupe Fiasco<3
 Nov 2012 PJ
Tom Orr
Photograph
 Nov 2012 PJ
Tom Orr
She took my hand and followed me
through the trees,
under the archway made of ivy
(flanked by pristinely carved hedges)
into the vast, open field
which met the ethereal red sun
on the horizon.

We sat in the fresh grass,
cool in the evening air.
All the while we stayed silent,
just admiring the untouched space.
Each blade of grass before us
swayed gently,
tantalisingly...

Time had stopped
but everything was still living.
Still moving.
As if this place were not included
in Time's perseverance.  
I didn't want it to be,
it was too important to me.

It occurred to me then
that it wasn't this place
that I valued the most at all
It was this moment.

And I captured it.
 Nov 2012 PJ
Tom Orr
One step forward, three steps back.
The queue shuffles,
visible breath in the winter blue.
The vendor vends,
fingerless gloves clamp the steaming mug.
Grunts and groans alike,
the warmth fills the withered corpses pale.

A gaze is cast,
into the misty nothing that inhabits the park.
A twitter is heard amongst the frosty masts.

Eyes meet with a rufescent-chested bird.

These same eyes are then met with salt,
a sorrow, a pang of jealousy.
A sheer longing for that same freedom.
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