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Unknown Jun 2014
Why attempt to claim the moral high ground
When your pathetic argument holds no sway
Why march to war with the rebel bound
In the uncommon disposition of yesterday
Why hold pretentious personality
When acceptance is based on adaptation
A pyramid scheme brings fatality
To your pseudo-martyr nation
Unwarranted non cooperation
With the voices of the future
Speak without brainwashed sedation
And unravel your poisoned sutures
Your self proclaimed image of authority
Is unwanted within the confines of freedom
You back a mentality of all encompassing conformities
When the generation of today can't see them
Your hubris lacks the willingness to act
Yet you call yourself Ole-Times-Hardened
And the simple depressing fact
Is that your ignorance cannot be pardoned
Leave while you hold a handful of passion
Before it is lost in the folds of time
Because dignity with age is not everlasting
You are but another one track mind
Whether or not you care to move forward
The world turns on an invisible axis
There is always a new world order
And living life requires emotional taxes
So be willing to express and voice opinions wholly
But like many lost souls before you say
Wander unknown territories carefully
Because the past is lost with today
(Ignorance of Ages)
Alexandra Askew May 2014
Memories.
Filling the void between realities.
Each of your words
A reverberating tune,
Telling me over and over
A twisted sense of your ego.

Surviving id all that I have after you.
Each movement.
Each breath.
Each thought,
All constantly calculated to fight for life.

Battle my eternal fear
As I stomach seeing your face.
Courageously push past your body,
Closing my eyes,

As if reality was just a nightmare,
As if your essence never once
Forced itself upon my skin.

No.

Your hands grasp blindly in the darkness,
And for now,
In my mind,
I am gone.
4 out of 4 of "Stages of My Grief"
Lenny Marie May 2014
When you feel sunshine in your mind or rain in your bones
When you feel hatred in your bloodstream or love stab your heart
I will be there to assure you that it's real
and okay
and good or bad it'll pass
So either hang on tight or let it go
Ride the wave to the other side and if you crash
I will be the hand that pulls you out,
the sand is dry just a few feet away
and I will lead you back to solid ground
this was just a text message. but it works. the #1 implies that this will happen again. it probably will.

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