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 Nov 2013 Sean Antonio Tyson
Sand
Reincarnation teaches
Empathy for all past beings.

Don’t apologize,
I was you once
I understand the distance you travel —
To you, sacrifice comes natural
To you, break downs are routine
To you, hope is expressed through help.

You encompass an almighty humanity.
Maybe I'm a little crazy
Maybe I'm a little sad
Maybe I'm upset
Maybe I'm mad
Maybe I hate myself
And maybe I don't
Maybe I want to hurt myself
And maybe I won't
My own mind scares me
It hold a lot
It hold all of my pain
Every scar I got
Maybe I'm scared
To love again
Scared to be rejected over and over again
Maybe I'm tired
Of being put down
And maybe my poem
Can keep me on the ground
I can't say I hate myself
I don't myself yet
But when I do
I'll hate her too

From what I have become
To what I will be
I have honestly turned into
Not even the person I want to see
I'm tainted and scarred
All are self-inflicted
I need help
Please save me

~vf
Owned by me
I can't forget
Any of it
The fear
The pain
The tears
The shame
These scars won't fade
these scar I hate
No matter what I do
I can't forget you
I was stupid enough to  believe
you would always be there for me
I thought I was saved
But I was really your slave
Poem from a broken heart
Everyday I am haunted
By the scars on my hips,
wrist,
stomach,
and thighs.
I hope everyday my parents won't see them.
I'm scared of what others think
I'm scared that I will be sent away again,
Away to a place that filled me with fear,
A place people call, "The Mental House,"

Yes, I did try to **** myself,
but that was long ago
But now I struggle with the razors that call my name
The yearning for the sting of a cut across my scarred skin
The desire to feel like I'm not in a dream.
Everything is so unreal
I never thought it would happen
But it did,
now I'm living with it.

I'm happy to say I am three weeks clean,
But I don't think it will last very long
Life is not easy
and I'm not that strong.
My reality, this is my life. I will open up to you. I will be vunerable for you.
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their legs are marching,
their boots are marching,
their arms are straight and still;
but are marching too in time to the rhythm,
the gradient of the hill.

their tanks move in,
their medics move in,
their formations froth and swell;
but move in regardless in time to the rhythm,
ready warfare and hell.

their uniforms sweat,
their foreheads sweat,
their arms are warm and glazed;
but onwards they march in time to the rhythm,
bouncing in boots of rage.
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Sugar coated lips unleash sickly sweet words that crumble from within.

Ears sift through ploys and half-truths that seek to enter the realm of my understanding that is not rightfully theirs.

Blonde hair whips and twirls in the many turbulent winds of change.

Azure eyes follow the tail of a shooting star, from sky to sea; watching memories of the future and hopes of the past, where they fall and fuse with the foam curling off white caps in the see of life, never to be found again.
Hibernating in the northern-most hills,
Beneath Winter’s canvas, the wind’s grim shrills,
‘Midst the caverned silence unsung by bird,
Lies man’s deep-buried soul, its pulse unheard.
Frost buries warmth no fire but man’s can lend.
Strong limbs bow low before a blizzard’s wind,
Their foliage taken, the bush is bare,
The woods wither because man does not dare.
If the hearts of man should wilt and then wane
Then Spring shall follow with guilt and disdain.
To Wake and Live, Sleep and Let Die: Choose!
Before, Like O’erspread snow, his death accrues.
     Awake the Savage! Where is Man’s hunger?
     Too long he slept, too long he has slumbered.
Part of my sonnet series:
Soon the rain will fall and
you will empty the jars of tears you collected to wash away with the debris.

Soon the rain will fall and wash away the melancholy the atmosphere is drenched in

As you watch the rain drops dance the pitter patter will remind you of a joyful period, forgotten memories shrouded by years of self-destruction

The rain will erase the ruin... the decay that surrounds you

No longer will you breath in devastation The scent of the mixture  of rain and dust will give you back life, light, and purpose

The black flower will bloom
A celebration of a new deviation
Restructuration of faith once deconstructed

Your humanity is not gone
There is hope for you yet, a tiny spark that will burst into flames and you will shine the brightest

Soon the rain will fall on your skin and it will erase the sadness in your bones.
When you're bored and have nothing to do,
Everyone's busy except the only you.
Don't be afraid, you have nothing to fear,
Just sit down and grab a beer.

If you're ****** and all you have is anger.
Be careful, 'cos it a letter away from danger.
And if taking it to someone will make you a queer,
Just relax and grab a beer

There are times when you feel so lonely.
Problems come again and again slowly.
Don't feel bad, not now, my dear,
Just sit down and have a beer.

When you're sad, down and sorry,
Just chill - you have nothing to worry.
Think that the end of the road is near,
So, just relax and grab a beer.

Beer won't make you cry, Beer won't leave you
Beer don't get pregnant, Beer can pleasure you
Beer can make your life better,
Beer's a good way to save water.

Sometimes in life, trouble knocks on your door,
Remember that troubles are what solution's for.
Today might be blurry but tomorrow's gonna be clear,
So, just sit down and have a beer.
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