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When I was young I was told,
eyes  are like a window to the soul,
beautiful,
all different,
all fighting their own battles,
your shell is hard,
but your soul is pure,
I see you,
I see your beauty,
and and all of the sacrifices you've made,
the pain and suffering within,
don't be afraid,
for my darling,
I wont hurt you,
this journey is yet to begin...
josh wilbanks Jun 2014
I am a caged beast of rejected soals.
I sit in a forest of death as i watch a beautiful bird land.
Then i watch as the bird sits.
Stares.
Right into the eyes of a lion.
I scream.
I yell.
I ******* beg.
Please.. I cant loose another..
But the bird still sits.
Right before the death of the bird, a feeling i lust for so deeply, the bird turns.
It looks at me,
As if to say, "i shant not fly nor run away, for this beast i face is of pure hate. The malignity of extinction I can not fear, for i am the speacies of the lost and weird. I am beasts of prey turned into prey of beasts, the hungry lions who will not feast. I am the prey of beasts witch turn beasts of prey, beasts to beasts who are beasts to prey. For when the world will come to end, when time ceases and begins to bend, a beast is a beast, defined by life, we are all the same in destinys fight. Beasts are beasts in this jungle of hate, so let love replace the beasts today."
Within a second, seeming forever slowed, the bird flys right under the lions nose.

We are all beasts.
Weather you are a beast to beasts, a beast to prey, or a beast in a cage,
We are all beasts.
The bullies are attacked by those who want to help the hopeless, when the biggest bully of the hopeless are the hopeless themselves.
I don't want to be a beast.
The world is a wretched place. no matter how bad you want happieness to exist, it will never be there.
She's never known how to love boys, she's only played with toys.

He wasn't one to fall in love, unlike a white dove.

She looked at him different, it was still perfect, but different.

And when he made her smile, it was completely formed to her face for days as she couldn't erase.

Their love was mutual, but their harden soals were too afraid to admit

She was in love
He was in love

But the fear of saying it, was the depth that kept them apart

He was scared,
She was teared

He broke her heart, by one less of a knock

His stand up was the beginning of why she doesn't trust, because it was all just lust

A tear fell upon her cheek as she sat waiting, for him to walk beneath the hollow driveway of a suburban road.

As he didn't show, she now would know,
That because of him she wouldn't win

He made her lose fate as he didn't walk past the gate

She's forever afraid because the mistake he made.
Crucifix Apr 2015
Why do angels fall? What dreams gone by for days to never come.
What whispers of plans do men lay pray to.
Of shadows of death in all their years, washing into storm drains in the night.
What warning sirens still call.
what god and demons lay in these vast halls.
Like shallow stone, and brittle bones I quake awake to such an unholy house as this.
So heavy is the sweat of such thoughts.
Like gallons of night in a mind of day.
Do the angels sing of such things in all their sorrows?
Weep for brothers in the war that follows?
Like memories cast iron and leather. In their uniforms of god and county.
questions howl from dyeing lips as sand soaks up the soals into warmer places that can be no better then the hell of men.
do angels weep as they fall?

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