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Okay The four-letter word They say When you’re not When these bloodstained hands Are tired, frustrated, and angry From building walls Hiding tombs When this tear-stricken face Cries rivers all night Its not okay. I don’t believe it. So, can you hear it? Listen, to the silence growing louder and louder. Listen, to the beats drumming inside my chest. Listen, to the moaning pleading for help. Listen, to the trembling shaking my chains. Listen. Can you hear it? Can you hear me? Will it ever stop? The hurt runs too deep; The pain cuts too hard Make it stop. Someone, anyone. Please, help me get out. Out of these chains, These weights that drag me down. Into the darkness, Where the evil things Shout, hurt, pain, and, sorrow. They lash out with Their spiked tongues With there conniving words. Help! I reach out Someone, anyone. Help! And there, A voice whispers. In the midst of the darkness, In the midst of the battle. The quiet beautiful whispering That says, Stop. Take a good long look Around you. Remnants of the broken heart, Broken souls, and broken spirits. The broken things Are slowly being mended With bulletproof, shatterproof, Shockproof, waterproof coating Shining with new found strength Molded by the hurt, pain, and sorrow That sent chills of what looked like Defeat. You never were and cannot be Defeated. Don’t forget that. You can count on the Rainbow after the storm, Treasure under the dirt, And the light at the end of the tunnel. So I dare say, It will be okay. Okay The four letter word They say When you’re not But ill wash these bloodstained hands And ill dry this tear-stricken face Mustering enough strength To believe, to hope It will be okay Someday, if not today. It will all be okay. Okay?
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Okay
Okay The four-letter word They say When you’re not When these bloodstained hands Are tired, frustrated, and angry From building walls Hiding tombs When this tear-stricken face Cries rivers all night Its not okay. I don’t believe it. So, can you hear it? Listen, to the silence growing louder and louder. Listen, to the beats drumming inside my chest. Listen, to the moaning pleading for help. Listen, to the trembling shaking my chains. Listen. Can you hear it? Can you hear me? Will it ever stop? The hurt runs too deep; The pain cuts too hard Make it stop. Someone, anyone. Please, help me get out. Out of these chains, These weights that drag me down. Into the darkness, Where the evil things Shout, hurt, pain, and, sorrow. They lash out with Their spiked tongues With there conniving words. Help! I reach out Someone, anyone. Help! And there, A voice whispers. In the midst of the darkness, In the midst of the battle. The quiet beautiful whispering That says, Stop. Take a good long look Around you. Remnants of the broken heart, Broken souls, and broken spirits. The broken things Are slowly being mended With bulletproof, shatterproof, Shockproof, waterproof coating Shining with new found strength Molded by the hurt, pain, and sorrow That sent chills of what looked like Defeat. You never were and cannot be Defeated. Don’t forget that. You can count on the Rainbow after the storm, Treasure under the dirt, And the light at the end of the tunnel. So I dare say, It will be okay. Okay The four letter word They say When you’re not But ill wash these bloodstained hands And ill dry this tear-stricken face Mustering enough strength To believe, to hope It will be okay Someday, if not today. It will all be okay. Okay?
my spoken word composition for the Rhyme & Reason competition in school. (this was not based on TFiOs)
marie-ellen-grace
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Filipino
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
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