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Today my name is fire Burning taller than oak trees; I started when a little spark had caught a little breeze. I’m burning hot, very mad ‘Cause they told me to cease; But they can’t stop me , nor control me; No animal would dare come near me. Now that I am water, I’m calm as calm can be; I flow on down the river ‘till I reach the calm vast sea. Healing, calming, life giving Are things that I perform; Though soothing aches is easer When my heart is warm. Now they call me air And I’ll say this to you; You just may not see me here But you see what I can do. Cooling, moving, breath taking When I am fairly light; But when I’m confused, spinning ‘round It’s a very tragic sight Now I go by earth, And right here’s where I’ll stay; I’ll stand right here, high, rough and tough Every single day. I’m hard to move, you can’t shift me, Not one teeny, tiny bit; You can’t deal with a stubborn rock That’s had a little fit. So for the future you should know To never ever try me ‘Cause you may never ever know Which element I might be Mad as fire, stubborn rock Or water, calm and still Free as air you never know The way that I feel #2_ 2011
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
The Way That I Feel
Chains and shackles Chains and shackles weigh me down Ties to strong to break, helpless struggle Unheard screams, guards surround me Your around me, and you run blindly So I sit quietly, with silent thought Not knowing can be easer, so I remain unheard I falter under pressure so squeamishly Why slow you down? You would try to carry me Chains and shackles hold me down My echoed heart beat is the only sound A thudding heart could be heard Tare it out from my very breast It stop the twisted breath in my empty chest A tortured heart freed from the rest My body now a cesspool A wasteland of festered stress I will **** my hopes and dreams if it means Honesty, equality, fairness to my loved Chains and shackles ground me down I could fly when your around But I will squash anything I wont dare let my bleeding heart sing So let the guards hold me down I challenge the people to there bliss Tragic is no way for loves first kiss
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Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 5:26 PM UTC
Chains and Shackles
I love listening to music so much. I can’t clearly explain the sensation: sweeping waves of emotion cascade through my being. Delicately wiping away any negatively-charged flotsam that had been wading through my consciousness, music pervades. Lucky are the few who live their life inundated with the languorous luxury of music’s embrace.
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Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 5:06 PM UTC
Great Easer
Buzz, buzz, buzz The fly says as it circulates Around the congested classroom The sound of pencil to paper As art is created on the Corners of failed labs and late assignments Breathe in the soft pink flakes Of your neighbors easer That tickles your nose And makes you cough Hear the tapping of a pen At the edge of a desk As you silently beg for the teacher To notice and cease it Feet shuffle and bags are grabbed In anticipation of the Bell s.a.m.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
9th Period
I thought i was getting better, But im so far from it. Constantly having these thoughts running through my head. I keep having this dream of what i did when i used to be like this. Im in the bathroom, where i go to hide from this family This family that hates me, makes me feel pain Im sitting on the toilet, ive got my special blue kit Youd never guess thats where i keep all my secrets. I pick the newest  blade, the one that'll do the most damage I put it to my skin and quickly draw down on it Red liquid comes out and makes me feel alive So i do another one, another one, until i feel fine. I wipe up the mess, throw the paper in the toilet, flush it all away so no one will ever find it. Its not like they've noticed, let alone cared Pretty much invisible, until someone gets mad Then they come to me and let it all out It doesnt phase me, or at least thats how i act But they dont know what goes on behind the bathroom door, Where i spill out my emotions and clean them off the floor. So ill stick with being silent, invisible, unnoticed Itll only make it easer when im no longer at their service
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
Behind the bathroom door
Hopes die when your trust overdoses, strange. From the little things I saw came admiration, Like hot lava it slowly but with quantity it filled. And rapidly did it started turning into stone unaware. Exchange of words would be great joy, Only until her decision was to lose interest. Little by little I saw it coming collapsing down, Yet I denied judgements and chose patience. Sometimes everything looked so easer, I never knew how they change so fast. Dying to reach a place in her heart, rejection Just one word to vanquish all you're. The so called fortress of hope shattered, A barren wasteland is what's left of it. Confusing to understand why all the time Leaves you unanswered intuitions. Constant and stable is an unpredictable paradox. Forget all and go on or stay and wait, Stumbling upon choices when thoughts invade your mind, Always the unpleasant but still confounding, Fight the painful war thence you may reign once, at least!
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Stumbling Choices
Hello, yha its me I hope your all rite after I chose to leave They said it would get easer after I was gone but from the looks of it your finding it hard to move on I just wanted to let you know that after all it was me who chose to go so don't blame yourself for what happened their wasn't anything you could have done to stop it  from coming Hey mom, can you hear me? I'm in heaven but I am not gone I can see you when your crying but don't you know that seeing this makes it hurt worse? I would rather you forget all about me than live another day crying because I wasn't strong enough to go on I forgotten what it felt like to be taken from the world so mother pleas forgive me I never meant to make your heart hurt Hello Dad how are you? how's the family how has it been after you burred me down beneath the earth I hope you know im sorry but I couldn't stay much longer Everything seemed to hurt and even thou I tried my lungs still burned so tell my brothers that im all rite and that it wont help to cry Hey, can you hear me? are you listening All I wanted was to be happy Its so different now that I cant speak to you So I hope your doing all rite im sorry for what I have done Im only calling you so you can lurn to move on Forget me if you have to Don't let my death ruin you Hello, dear family I left because although you couldn't see my chest hurt so badly and with every breath I wanted to be dead so if you hate me I get it I never meant for you to have to deal with it so I guess this is it im sorry if you stop listening just letting you know that I don't want anyone to follow me down I hope you relies that I have made my choice Goodbye my mother and I love you so much my brothers and father no matter whir I go I will love no other goodbye so long I will see you again when your time has come
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
Hello
Hello, yha its me I hope your all rite after I chose to leave They said it would get easer after I was gone but from the looks of it your finding it hard to move on I just wanted to let you know that after all it was me who chose to go so don't blame yourself for what happened their wasn't anything you could have done to stop it  from coming Hey mom, can you hear me? I'm in heaven but I am not gone I can see you when your crying but don't you know that seeing this makes it hurt worse? I would rather you forget all about me than live another day crying because I wasn't strong enough to go on I forgotten what it felt like to be taken from the world so mother pleas forgive me I never meant to make your heart hurt Hello Dad how are you? how's the family how has it been after you burred me down beneath the earth I hope you know im sorry but I couldn't stay much longer Everything seemed to hurt and even thou I tried my lungs still burned so tell my brothers that im all rite and that it wont help to cry Hey, can you hear me? are you listening All I wanted was to be happy Its so different now that I cant speak to you So I hope your doing all rite im sorry for what I have done Im only calling you so you can lurn to move on Forget me if you have to Don't let my death ruin you Hello, dear family I left because although you couldn't see my chest hurt so badly and with every breath I wanted to be dead so if you hate me I get it I never meant for you to have to deal with it so I guess this is it im sorry if you stop listening just letting you know that I don't want anyone to follow me down I hope you relies that I have made my choice Goodbye my mother and I love you so much my brothers and father no matter whir I go I will love no other goodbye so long I will see you again when your time has come
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Who are you? Wayward lamb. Light seeker. Lost child. Who are you? Pain bearer. Guilt ridden. Heavy hearted. Who are you? Infinite labryninth. Enlonged paths. Endless journey. Who are you? Mysterious garden. Uncharted land. Hidden treasure. Who are you? Do you ask yourself this question often? Who are you? Do you need to? Soul saviour. Heart protector. Mind easer. Who are you? Masked face. Familiar stranger. Mirror image. Who are you? Do you really know it yourself? Who are you? Who's behind the masks? Locked chest. Closed doors. Sealed enteries. Denied passage. Denied acceptance. Cut off--Alone. Who are you?
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
Who are you?
May I take a walk with you Father Father may I have a word with you? I feel so empty without you in my life, My soul is weak Crying out for help But I haven't had none. You are the creator of life And the easer No matter where I go Astray or elsewhere I still hear your calling No matter how many times I ignore it My soul trebles. My eyes are filled with tears While my heart is filled with pain. It's broken, please mend my heart. Please help me not fall into sin Guide me Instruct me Father, please take a look how my life is colliding. Please direct me, use me as a tool.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Yahwhe may you please ........
Do you know what I see when I look at you You can ignore me all that you like Brake my heart I wont put up a fight but I see beneath your cover Go on you think your sly? You don't think I know why I can see that your afraid you don't want to give up your heart But look at what you've done just don't forget the sun You can push me away think I don't care about what you say But I walk away because that is what you want I don't talk to you because it would be easer for you and her and all I want is you happy you don't think I see but oh, yes I do I see rite threw you
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
For Kamrin .B.
with my back agents the wall i sing to them i call my ravens in the night you try to **** me and you throw me to the ground i wont go down without a fight with my back agents the wall i know i will fight for them i call your death will rain blood one day i will sing out to the other side i will bring you death day tonight so clam you breathing and close your eyes its easer when you die i call to them my ravens of night they see the fear and feed from the night so close your eyes say our priers and say good by and good night it is your time
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
War Of The Worthless
smile boy ,smile raise your hand and praise for your intimacy to jesus brighten your life like you're soul mate with him for his love you better have to long no solitude,no sorrow No sound of despair because he cherish all of them in his name you've been wallowing in the valley of sins no thaughts of forgiveness full of wrath and resentment like a bank without guards like a broken heart without the easer now he has replaced them with joy and a feeling of ecstacy it's your time boy, grab your bible and listen to his voice no more crying, only feelings of his power, from now till the end of your journey it's time for your hallelujah.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC
The salvation
I like to dream of things that seam to me relies my head man make sense now and just let things be just what they are now well that is to me and if I am making no sense now well that not up to me now thats the stuff you carry in your own head OW bring back the 60's Life was like so much easer in them days all you had to do was paint flowers on face man look at me dreaming again.
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
I like to dream.
My mind is a storm, but If you ask me how I'm doing... I would probably say... "I'm okay" I dine with parts of me I can't recognize yet they know so much of the person I am now. I miss childhood innocence, the peace my mind used to cuddle and take for granted... I miss how little control I had over my story... I guess I was comfortable with someone else holding the pen, as though I was more confident in them to write what's best for me than my own hand. My mind is a storm, I guess because I now write my own story? I never used to bother my mind with... When should a new chapter in my life start? Where should I put a full stop... Should pause now? Does the sentence have too much emotions? ...am I writing my story right? ...which characters should I give more screen time?...is this a sad story? What do other writers think? Do I have an easer? Do I know when I should start writing again? But of late, my thoughts conjure answers from mirrors around my life as I ponder on which version of the reflection I should keep. I tell my myself... maybe if I was a writer, maybe then I'd know what I'm doing wrong, maybe I'd know what a good story looks like. My mind is a storm, for I have spilled the ink of my thoughts over the canvas of my life, and I see not my next step. I thought I'd distract myself with an abstract masterpiece from the noise of the colours of life, but my hand still shakes with anxiety as it fumbles to strike a fitting brush stroke. To me, I'm a mess... perhaps other eyes see art. To me I'm a mess...but I can't say I'm done with my story.
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Jun 24, 2024
Jun 24, 2024 at 7:12 AM UTC
My 20th piece
My mind is a storm, but If you ask me how I'm doing... I would probably say... "I'm okay" I dine with parts of me I can't recognize yet they know so much of the person I am now. I miss childhood innocence, the peace my mind used to cuddle and take for granted... I miss how little control I had over my story... I guess I was comfortable with someone else holding the pen, as though I was more confident in them to write what's best for me than my own hand. My mind is a storm, I guess because I now write my own story? I never used to bother my mind with... When should a new chapter in my life start? Where should I put a full stop... Should pause now? Does the sentence have too much emotions? ...am I writing my story right? ...which characters should I give more screen time?...is this a sad story? What do other writers think? Do I have an easer? Do I know when I should start writing again? But of late, my thoughts conjure answers from mirrors around my life as I ponder on which version of the reflection I should keep. I tell my myself... maybe if I was a writer, maybe then I'd know what I'm doing wrong, maybe I'd know what a good story looks like. My mind is a storm, for I have spilled the ink of my thoughts over the canvas of my life, and I see not my next step. I thought I'd distract myself with an abstract masterpiece from the noise of the colours of life, but my hand still shakes with anxiety as it fumbles to strike a fitting brush stroke. To me, I'm a mess... perhaps other eyes see art. To me I'm a mess...but I can't say I'm done with my story.
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The bed is unmaid The floor has glass all over the place Makeup running down her face Mirror turned the other way The bed that we once made love on is all torn up all mess up covered in tears... The floor that was once where we layes on is now no man zone because if you dare to enter you might feel pain... Erasing old pics of him make the tears fall faster It would have been easer to beat her to death then to slowly **** her with the silence with the solitary with the memories you guys once had... It would have been easier to put a knife behind her back then to slowly puncture her with a knife Then to be beaten with a stick or anything on had That would have been easier the saying good my love I loved you now it’s time to let go
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
Pain