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  Jul 2015 The Silent Catastrophe
mk
you told me stories about black holes in outer-space
about the void which exists
and the lack of existence itself
you told me about the lack of being
of living
of thinking
of dying
about the emptiness- and the lack of, therein
and the whole time
all I could think of
was how the black holes
and the void
and the labyrinth
have no right to complain of emptiness
of isolation
of darkness
when there are people
with souls like mine
present in this world
// emptiness will **** you faster than a bullet //
They say we're ****** up
They believe there's no hope for us
They think we need help
They know we're out of control.

Our problems seem fickle
To them
Our worries and insecurities
A passing phase

When we fight and defend
Ourselves
Rebellious and hellish
Is what we seem
Though really all we want is
Independence and
A sense of respect
In a world that's against us
The forlorn teens bottling it in.
Our generation are having a really tough time expressing themselves.....
War
I am the battlefield
And my body, the resilient terrain.

Bombs of humiliation blow apart my ruptured brain
Guns of mockery wound my bleeding heart
And tears of surrender pool down my cheeks

I am the battlefield
And my body, the conquered terrain.
Isn't this how it always feels after a lost fight or two?
I see in a midnight blue sky
A dot of silver dancing
Across my vision
And I smile, eyes closed
Making wishes

For a peaceful world
Where no man needs to fear being attacked
For a kind world
Where beggars don't need worry for their next meal
For a safer world
Where children can be free and get to live another day
For an unselfish world
Where people put others over themselves
For an unprejudiced world
Where men are based purely on their character rather than racial or religious status
And above all; For a loving world
Where man sets aside his weapons and truly loves his enemy

Yet as I open my eyes
And gaze intensely
At the ball of gas
Fueling my desire.

My spirit plummets
Down crested to realize
There never was a star
For me to wish upon
Rather a metallic airplane
That rapidly leaves my vision.

And it has taken with it
My childish dreams and hopes
Of a beautiful world I could have shared with you
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars because we could all use a wish right now......
Isn't it enough to love and respect them?
Isn't it enough to do as they say?
Isn't it enough to spend time with them?
Isn't it enough to be who they want me to be?

Apparently not as it seems
The slightest protest or defiance
Will cause an uproar
As their good girl
Has been influenced to have a
Troublesome attitude
Along with her own  **opinions
Parents and their ******* expectations
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