Everyone says that i get all the girl's hearts
I'm shocked that people think so
I guess i'm doing pretty good
I'm just going to keep doing me
The people who give me attitude and bring me down just woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Or just got too bitter within the revolting dread
All these kids want to be rappers
But how many will actually make it?
All these kids want to be the best sports athletes
But many don't get very far
Why does this happen?
Is it from a lack of trying?
Am i asking very censured questions?
Cause if i am, i'll stop.
My heart is too big and my mind is too curious, that might be what pulls everyone in
But i ain't perfect

Our silent words are nothing
Our sickening songs are dead
That last breath of something
Was just a whisper in my head

The moving world around me
Is growing darker by the hour
My bleeding heart is dreaming
Of screaming down that tower

Of the embrace that awaits me
Of the sudden eclipse of sound
Solemn grace which escapes me
As my dungeon hits the ground

This day is drawing high
and shadows now flee
for perfection has come
and gladness knows me
and this cause that I pled
for so long as I trod
Waiting and hating
the gladness of sunrise, sunset and all
refusing to trust God
when the world was on the run
Leaving this Shield
My Rock and Salvation
diving heads first in the sea of pity
Till I found this new life
now this day I await

I descended the stairs in dread,
Shading my eyes
From the late August sun
Coming through the window,
Onto the landing.
The rakes leaned against the garage wall
Like prisoners on work detail.
Mammy had plain porridge,
Toast, jam and strong tea prepared
For our last summer breakfast.
No tomatoes.
We'd work on the clumps of dirt,
Breaking, raking, smoothing,
Preparing the ground for next Spring.
The root cellar we dug beneath
The newly poured porch
Was filled with the harvest
Of the auld sod's outlook.
On the sideboard, stacked in four neat piles,
Rose our school supplies for Tuesday.
He stood guard at the bottom of the yard.
I drove the prongs through the clumps,
Waiting for the school bell.

We count hours slowly
Hot humid air hangs leaden
The days thick and course
Persistent, overbearing
So eternally August

I thought I knew you.
I thought I knew what you liked,
What you knew,
What you were.
I thought that you knew your limits.

But now I wonder
If you were ever that person at all,
If it really was you,
Talking with me,
Laughing with me,
Making me feel safe.

But was I ever safe?

I try to think about how
I myself have changed,
And I can't even figure out why.

Everything is abstract.
Can change in a second.
Doesn't need to follow a pattern at all.

Knowing that I may never know the true you
Ever again
Scares me more than life itself.

my eyes closed shut as i lay in bed
the constant throbbing can't seem to stop in my head
the thought of tomorrow filled me with dread
as i prayed to the gods for me to be dead.

There is something magical
yet frightening
about awakening
to a new day--
on the one hand
I'm alive
and ready to
go in search of a way
to make it through
to live
to survive
until tomorrow
finally comes
but on the other hand
I ache at times
to just hear
the beating, the rhythm
of the death toll drums--

why am I here?
keeps droning on and on
through my soul
and everywhere I look
I search others' eyes
hoping that if they know
they will fill me in,
give me a clue
so that perhaps one day
something will come through
instead of dread and fear
whenever I look off in the distance
or even gaze at what's near--
perhaps today life will give to me
a brand new way
to open my eyes and really see?
by Ami Shae