7 Score and 12 Years ago we fought in a war that tore this nation apart
Now we are being torn apart at the seams once again.
Not by violence but a nation divided.
50 percent of us defending the gates and 50 percent of us tearing  them down.

Only a few of us choose to defy god
but 50 percent of us are accused “devil worshipers.”
Only a few of us carry weapons of destruction
But 50 percent of us are alleged murderers.
Only a few of us want to see this country die
but 100 percent of us are working towards its downfall.

When we all stand up for our own beliefs,
We all head towards our own demise.
When we all stand up for each other,
We all rise.

We live in a world where we'd rather argue one's right to love,
then suffocate the hate we harbor so close to our hearts.
We live in a world where we'd rather argue the supernatural,
then deal with this “second rate” reality.
We live in a world where we'd rather speak over those less fortunate,
then listen to them weep.

It only takes a few of us,
To motivate all of us,
To play our part.
To move us forward.

When 100 percent of us were taught to never back down,
None of us learned the importance of compromise.
When 100 percent of us were taught the past,
None of us learned to look forward.
When 100 percent of us were taught wrong,
None of us learned what is right.

When 100 percent of us are included,
But only 50 percent move us forward,
50 percent of us are left behind.
50 percent of you is left behind.

I was born for this.
I am an unstoppable force.
I will become the air
That she breathes.

When darkness engulfs
I will not let it swallow.
When the sword is drawn
I will not let it pierce skin.

If she is the train
I am the tracks.
If she is the spell
I am the wand from which it is cast.

I have been a tool.
A hammer to build
A bucket to hold
A knife to cut.

I am the strongest of shields.
Made not of iron
And not of steel.
Made intricately from love
And the will to preserve it.

I will break.
She will  remain,
I will be reforged,
She will wield me.

I am a sentinel.
She is my sanctuary
I am her guardian.
She is my garden
I am her caretaker.

To care for,
To die for.
To live for,
To long for.

She is my peace of mind
She is my hand to hold
She is my light in the darkness,
She is my happiness in this anguish.

She is my love.
And I am her shelter.

I want to run.

But not quite tomorrow,

I'd like to stay

In my pajamas,

Just a little while longer.


You've broken me open,

You've seen what's inside.

How does it fit,

What's within your head.

What you've left behind,

Filled with candy instead.


Broken that too I presume.

If I were to look at you, could you even look back?
It's already hard enough to think of you
But to gaze upon coffee stained eyes,
Skin matted in dirt, and dust.
No, memories.

And to be honest,
It's disgusting how I
Imagine you.
Beneath me, stricken down.
Rotting.

It's in part due to the fear instilled, I think.
I am new, and so are you,
So am I predator, or am I prey?
Am I hate, or am I aid?
Hell, Why do I even look the way I do?

Stand up now.
But not by command,
Show me your strength
Scream your superiority.
But I'll just claim it barbaric, anyway.

But what's the point?
This encounter is just imagery.
I'll never stand in your presence.
While I sit comfortably at this desk
Writing about you.
**You starve to death.

Look* at myself, running in circles.



I make myself sick so i can feel better.



the Coffee i pour down my throat
is.
the Caffeine that runs in my veins.



the Skittle i gnash between my teeth
is.
the Sugar that makes up my brain.



The Pretzel i crunch down upon
is.
the Salt that weighs me down.



The Sleep i force myself  from
is.
the Conscious i like to lack.



the Craving i manage to endure
is.
the Incarceration of my mind.  



Look at myself, running in circles.

I fell asleep.
To this current dragging me away,
But that's okay.
We were never meant to be, anyway.

You were nothing, corruption.
We could never work in conjunction.
And without you I can finally function.

It's a little silly how much weight you bare.
Its a shame how little pain,
I feel, When I think of rain.
But don't worry, you've created a tear.

You have shattered the barrier, broken.
But I am not the one behind.
I have left unspoken.
She is wounded, weeping.

Tainting me, dissolving us, Poison.
The best word to describe you is, Poison.
Because you're the reason for this corrosion.

These words could flow so easily

from my lips.

A steady current of sincerity,

And truth.

But their purity has been  flawed.

By their previous use.

You told me I was forever,

So I threw it all away.

Please just tear me apart

And put me back together,

So that I am perfect,

But this pain remains.

I'm in absolute PAIN.
I'm losing faith fast
this world is my BANE.
I don't think I'll ever know hope.
I don't think I can make this rope
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I think I'm about to make this train WRECK.
The first stone is cast
And I'm hanging this noose around my NECK.
Just to see how it feels.
Just to know what its like when that coffin seals
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Please tell me if I can't RUN.
how can I create a blast
that will burn out the SUN.
Because if I have to die
Id like to freeze as I say goodbye
passed.           
                                                          ­      My life has

I hope I get left in the OCEAN.
I hope I hang from the mast.
I hope I drink a POTION.
That restores my love
because when push comes to shove

Out               |||| I don't want to die an.||||                  **Cast.

I fiddle with these words
They lie naked on my tongue.
But like a broken man
They just can't seem to run.

I've learned not to force this.
To push this past my lips,
A tragedy worse than my travesties.
I'm still a little faint of heart.

When rain falls it does not smear.
It sticks, and then it drips.
Well these 3 syllables are certainly glued,
But we both still feel a little bruised.

When my lips do decide to spill
These raindrops it has coaxed inside,
Will you know that they fall gracefully, honestly?
They were meant to be taken gently.

A cool breeze should encourage them.
Will they wet your worn skin
Soak into you like a refreshing swim
Will they moisten your heart and not just your limbs?

Or where I see a downpour do you see a spark.
Awaiting a new host, softly lighting the dark.
Growing ever closer to your extended fuse.
When you ignite, will I be consumed?

Does it help, when I state your name.
When I beckon, do I carry you close to sanity?
Or do I hurl you farther,
Over the edge of calamity.

Tell me, When you fall
Will it be like raindrops, or a cliff.
At least, tell me, when you fall
Could you find it in your drenched heart,
Or scorched lungs,
To let me join you?

Like fluid filling my lungs,

But I'm drowning in you.

And it's sweet,

this sense of not breathing.