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Heaven once spoke With laughter I feared Powerful vocals That threatened me But time in hell Let me see Heaven once spoke With laughter filled with fear We have united But drifted apart so slow In my mind I will never let you go
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
Heaven Once Spoke
the corona threatened the time was red the hearts were downed at bottom of covered that fear with filled
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May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
threatened
There is too much depth into their hearts Is this a punishment or a test? Too much problems at a time Is it all from the ones Who ruined second chances Is it because of us Letting them walk free? Thought bringing justice Might lighten the depth Instead Their hearts hardened Without practice of fear Instead They put fear in ours Afraid to walk freely
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
Time Served, but
The first in over sixty years The whooping cranes are living wild Now one young pair has laid an egg And, too, with luck, will raise their child They near Kissimmee were released Beating the odds, survived to breed A ray of hope they might increase And ***** the armor of human greed But cranes need water as do we As still we pump the wetlands dry Our chains of lakes sprout fat resorts The river of grass condemned to die Yet dare we dream we might reverse This harsh inflicted damage done Still apathy is our nation's curse Which battles none has ever won Today I cheer the whooping cranes Who still have hope that they might see Upon some far and distant day Their offspring's offspring flying free
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
The Whooping Cranes
I question myself and reality. Finding the worst possible outcome, then a hundred more. When I feel safe, but then startled, I panic. I go through the list, I made, of good things… But, I can’t make any of the words out. Nor can I speak, But I CAN scream. I can kick, punch, and bite! …Because I feel threatened!? Oxygen fills my lungs. Only to come out in Erratic, Choppy, Panting breaths. I pull on my skin, to make sure it’s still there. The others only give me a migraine. And, I’ve only been here maybe… ten minutes. But it felt like a LIFETIME. & then I die, only to be born again… & again.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
My life as...(ANXIETY)
*Walked on the mud Her reputation marred Evading the bird*
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
MRS. SNAIL
Monsieur, I must ask you what gives you the right? Am I not a threat, do you think I won't fight? I answer no questions not to tell you no lies But in a vain attempt to make you realise That I do not want you, you make me feel scared And you'll have to **** me before I accompany you to bed Do I look too friendly, or is it something I did? Please tell me now so I can get totally rid Of any trait that attracts men like you Who make me feel nauseous not willing to ***** Who try to follow me home when I'm out late at night Despite my disinterest, my protest, my fright Here I stand now, nervously pinching my hands Listening to you and all of your instant demands If I open my mouth to ask you to go You are further encouraged because you don't understand no So instead I stay silent and offer a prayer Any chance of something to make you disappear And when you finally leave tears burn in my eyes I feel relief, shock, hate, fear, even surprise The feelings don't leave me that night or the next I watch every man as a potential threat wanting *** It gives you a power to have affected me so But it gives me strength too and from this I will grow
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Late Night in the City
Please never do that Now I'm getting quite nervous Your bites aggressive
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Eye contact
I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
Vents
I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.
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