I know I'm different,
Believe me it's true...
I've been through
too much,
You-------

Where is the poem,
the one I culdn't feel?
Escaped, like a flock of gulls
when all that's left is shells.
The mussels gone
or rotted
by heavy salty air;
exposed like a heart
to a fisherman
who never eats his catch
but hasn't the sense
to toss it in the water.
I am a shell,
with nothing succulent
to share.

The time has passed. How quickly the changing of times has made us. Spring is up. Summer is in. Let the party begin. Am I to wither in self-loathing forever? Never. Am I to bury myself in self-pity? Probably, but not entirely. One thing is for sure though. I will always remain hollow, because in the end, there is nothing left for me to follow.

Glaring up the sky
Wondering how and why
Life just leaves things unanswered
Laughter was the only thing I uttered

Reminiscing the beginning
From something so special, now nothing
What was I doing?
What could I have been thinking?

All those precious words, now make no sense
Crying so hard, hoping my heart would be cleansed
How could I have been so dense?
My time was wasted on this "nonsense"

Now as this poem comes to an end
I learned my lesson that life sent
Move on and don't dwell in the past
And accept that my fairy tale finished at last...

The civil war's not over
The sides are re-arranged
Those who once were allies
Now, they are estranged
The uniforms don't matter
It's now the colour of their skin
That's put the country back
To when the trouble did begin

Slavery abolished?
Have you looked outside your door?
Just take some time and ask yourself
Just who you're working for
The civil war's not over
It didn't ever end
Just watch your local nightly news
and see it's continuing my friend

America is burning
The flames are getting higher
The country's feeding on itself
Throw more fuel on the fire
Ferguson and Baltimore
are the start of the new pyre
America is burning
Throw more fuel on the fire

One percent to ninety nine
That's slavery to me
It's not just racial segregation
There's more than that to see
The civil war's not over
It's continued rolling on
It will stay there in the background
It's the country's most successful con

Johnny comes marching home again...hurrah, hurrah
Johnny comes marching home again...hurrah, hurrah
The country will be burning when he comes
From a war where no one really won
As another town burns, for all the world to see

This feeling of emptiness couldnt get any more empty. As I lay here forcing tears
From surfacing in my cracked eyes I
Wonder if he feels the same way.
Lost in a whirlwind spinning in
The core of mother natures
Scorn. Please just take me
Away from here. Out of
This misery I reside in.
Do with me as you
See fit. Spare my
Life, or take it.
If you spare it, take me to fields of gold
    That gleam in the suns jealous skies.
          Shining its beauty in my shadow
               Lighting my way through the
                    Darkness my heart insists.
                          Lead me into a place
                               Pain isnt allowed,
                                    Only love.
*If you take it, may I forget the pain and
    Sorrow I once felt. Allow my spirit to
         Rise free and unburdened. Let my
              Lifeless body rest free of any
                  Unfinished business on earth.
                        I want not to be a restless
                             Spirit. I wish to fly with
                                  The birds in the sky, be
                                       One with them. See
                                             Things how they
                                                  Were meant to
                                                      Be. In peace