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I write myself
My voice, my thoughts
Undisguised
Unplanned
Imperfect
But real, oh so real
True to my heart
To my thoughts, to my soul
True to me and to my world

Yes, my world
As it is my world
As much as yours
And as much as theirs
And the man on the corner
And the old woman lying
Dying, ending
Not her world anymore

But still ours, yes
Still mine
And I will speak and write of it
For the world to hear
To read, to see and to understand
If they can understand
Can they?

Not always, no
And what they do not understand
They protest, rebel, refuse
Try to quiet me, silence me
Steal my voice and call me crazy
Am I crazy?

Perhaps
But crazy comes and goes
like the light of the sun
And though crazy, I am still true
Still here, alive and real
And I will not be silenced
Render me mute
and I shall write instead
Take my pen
And I shall ***** my fingers
And write in blood
My blood
My soul
The purest way to write, I believe,
Of this world
This unplanned, uncensored world
As it is
And it is yours and mine
And always has been, always shall be
For it can not be anything else
Lest it cease to exist at all.
My first and so far only un-rhymed poem. Also my favorite.
Cool the temperature because you're causing immense friction
That I cant follow because of the wild wind whistling
From your speed up and down mood swinging no decision
on the thought at hand where's your plan stan are you listening?

Im sick and tired of people talking big but walking in the shadows
Shut it up unless you step it up and stop acting so small and shallow
In your ignorance nothing is fixed and you remain shameful and hollow
We have to open more doors to afford a better connection to the main core so follow

Dont speak until you're spoken to or if you know what you're sayin is worth the weight of looking like a fool
If it's for being cool then you can sit back on the stool because this game doesnt exist that you long and drool for

I'm trying to soar but I feel torn because my heart is worn on the sleeve for everybody
and its slowly rotting like the earth that we've all forgotten while we're beating and robbing from ourselves and the soul of the world taking innocence from the boys and the girls and making them dealing with the broken promises of granted wishes as long as they give all of their remniscing to the past and continue to fall just like their parent's and hit the wall shotgun call but then they're missing the lessons that taught them along the journey that teaches us how to be strong im pleasing the universe while righting the wrong.
**FadedFate**
Flowers are hung over the voices
where hope is not denied.
A story of unimaginable innocence
has been embraced
and now sings a melody
of a perfect smile
that has become one
with the skies.

Life laughs and takes flight
while violins play
for the stars,
chasing storms of fear
until our mouths speak its words
no more.
We wait with doves
we feed by hand
as we rejoice
on golden shores.

The depth of forever
knows
that no sadness
shall make waves or leave symbols
in our minds
that cannot fly away.
Together we will celebrate innocence
rippling
through our days.

— The End —