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Daylight 4U2C May 2014
The iron drips from my fingers.
The man gives out a yell.
The child launches, she launches at me.
Sadly her launch had failed.
I chuckled at her, with no pity.
Her frightened face, what a laugh.
The person she’s crying for isn't worth dying for.
After all,
he was a bad man.
It’s funny, so funny, funny the fact.
The fact, she thought if she grabbed my neck then,
maybe, just maybe, maybe I’d die.
I laughed again and finally, I gave out a sigh.
“Poor child,” I said my voice left unchanged.
“You misunderstood. I shouldn't be ashamed.
Your idol has done so many bad things,
now he’ll pay for his sins of adultery,
in a place which this blind man cannot see.
She fell to the ground befalling her tears.
This was the end of her happy years.
What? Did she think it was a fairy tale life?
Reality is sharp, just like a knife.
I laughed at the fact I took his life,
with just one swing of my most dull scythe.
wes parham Apr 2014
Twice lost, one soul appeared, unbidden,
Ambushed, in plain sight.
Results?     All hidden.
As I walked, I thought of this,
Imagined as I sought,
A sign of full surrender,
In the battles that we fought.
I threw what always seemed, to you,
The ordnance of the soul,
Words on leaves and tissue tigers,
Weak and boring, far from whole.
My engine had an inner working, impossible to see.
My feet still carry me to you,
And you just stare at me.
It was bad enough to have her occupy every minute of my brain's time.  She ignored me like an Olympic class apathetic, but my feet, those damnable devices of divination, could find her like a dowser's wand.  I began to see this as open hostilities on the part of my angels and muses, to torture my animal so.  Fighting to be heard, fighting to be seen, forced to always find and helpless to engage the enemy at such unexpected close quarters.
Chano Williams Apr 2014
I once had sunshine
that made my cage seem decent
It was my lifel­ine
as I passed through each season
If it had to leave
then it wo­uldn’t be for long
With each return to me
I was taught a differen­t song
Some nice, little tunes
to keep my spirits in the sky
Yes,­ I was trapped,
but I should exist free, why?
My warmth came to m­e,
so that’s where I wanted to be
But then it went away
I guess t­o become an individual
I waited quite a while
for my sunshine to ­be visible
When it didn’t happen
I tried so hard to sleep it away­
which didn’t help any
So I thought of better days
Days when we u­sed to
whistle all the same tunes
Now I’m left wondering
if we ev­en view the same moon
My heart’s telling me yes
While my mind's t­hinking no
It wouldn’t matter so much
if I had somewhere to go
I’­m much too self­-absorbed
to notice my cage is unlocked
I have my­ back against the wall
staring at the same, single spot
One day I­ happened to glance up
when I suddenly glimpsed a glow
I sat and ­waited for more to show
because I just had to really know
whether­ or not it was mine,
my very own little sunshine
either coming ba­ck forever
or no more than a limited time
The glow instantly disa­ppeared
after my third heavy sigh
Not even a moment later
tears s­welled up in my eyes
I was filled with hateful rage
Exploding out­ of my cage
I stomped around the world
that transformed into my s­tage
Now I come across as harmless,
as if my mind’s crazily dazed­
‘til my shine’s close enough to devour;
struggling, screaming to­ be saved
wes parham Apr 2014
Miss sits in silence and understands,
Nothing breaks the spell.
Missing nothing, understanding,
As far as I can tell.
Miss spoke and said, the word was "sure",
An understanding guess,
Missing understanding pure,
The answer could be "yes".
Miss came and understood for sure,
But wouldn't stay for long.
Thought was insufficient lure,
When I think my guess was wrong.
You think you know what's happening beneath the surface, but you don't, you really don't.  Let it ride, give your thoughts time to let it go properly.  This one's for those being misunderstood, whether you know it or not.  This one's a shoe in your face when you thought you had it all figured out but you were wrong.
Hear the author shovel that noise here:
https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/when-miss-understood
JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
A few years ago
The short existence of
A boy shy and typical
Falsely mistaken
As a queer situation

Then something awoken
Within the boy's
Inner sanctum
An urge deep inside
Could no longer hide

Yet outside forces
Target to suppress
The fire burning
Within the lass' kiln
Now the dilemma
Is dealing with the drama
Were you taking to me earlier?
I have so much to say
About what I'm feeling
And how I'm doing today.
You say its not me,
But I know that is a lie,
Its me,
Not you,
But I will try
To tell you the cold hard truth.
I feel like I'm left handed,
Spinning out of control,
Or like a sinking boat,
Not knowing which way is up or down,
When I look into your ocean eyes.

Sometimes the sea is in turmoil,
Maybe I'm the reason why,
But you're one of the reasons my
Light blue eyes cry.
I know you don't mean it,
But now I won't lie:
My own ocean cries because of the thing you said
And for what you will never say.

But you were the only one
Who held my boat up,
Who plugged the holes and dried the tears,
I hope you don't regret.
I still cry,
But not because of you.
People have always been disillusioned
When navigating my ocean.
They say things they would never utter
To another human being.
Your ocean held my boat,
The others mopped it up.
Whally Definition: Having eyes of a light color
Sabrina Q Apr 2014
I always dread speaking to people
It seems so impossible
Bringing up a topic
Continuing a conversation

People don't get it
They can't see why it's so difficult
But I can't "just do it"
I wish they could see how hard it feels

But it's easy for them
They couldn't possibly understand
Honestly I wish I could talk
But I couldn't if I tried
Kaleigh Apr 2014
By the ocean, standing alone, no one else but me.
I decided to jump, become a part of the never ending sea.
Swim far, far away never to turn back.
Swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming, on a different track.
Keep on going, far enough will always be to close.
All the failures of my past, never to be exposed.
Hurry time is running out, it is almost dawn.
By the time they notice I'm missing, I'll already be gone.
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