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Beep BeepBeep Beep
Is there anything
you can do?
Mom?
Why is she crying?
I want to call out to her
But I can’t.
I want to hug her, embrace her
But I can’t.
I’m stuck in place.
I can’t even see my mom’s peachy
face
All I see is darkness.
I’m terribly sorry Ms.Harper.
I can feel someone grip my hand
Holding it tightly
So lovingly
It was Mom.
I want to do something.
Anything!
Scream, kick, sniffle, cry…
But I can’t!
What’s wrong with me?
Honey, it’s time we
left.
Dad…
But?
I know, but we
can’t stay here all night.
Suddenly I’m enveloped in this
cozy warmth.
My mother was hugging me.
I wanted to cry, sniffle, weep…
But like every other attempt
before it didn’t work.
All of a sudden I’m hit with
cold.
My parents left me all alone.
As the sound of footsteps started
to settle this other sound came.
This Beep … Beep sound.
It was the only thing that
stirred

Cut the AirBy ZKB

The hatred and tension in the air is so concentrated that a knife could cut through it. I don't know what I might have done to deserve this, only that I am responsible, only that I have to fix it. But I don't know how. If I could be given a reason, if I could be given an explanation, if I could be told what it is I have to fix, I would be able to…but I have received no reason, no explanation, nothing but the palpable, strangling feeling of being unwanted.

I am trapped, chained to a barrier that should not exist. I am pushed by two worlds, belonging to both, wanted by neither. I am tortured by an indecisiveness I didn't know I possess

MidnightMidnight has always been my favorite time of night. Where everything is drenched in suffocating darkness, except for the lucky places decorated with bright orange street lights.

The dark untouched places hiding secrets and wandering eyes and obscuring figures that have never been, or always were.

I loved the feeling of the bitter coldness that sinks into your skin and chills you bones. Turning warm peach skin to cool pasty white.

Twisting any blossoming summer beauty into a wilting winter bloom.

The beautiful sight that is the royal blue sky that's an almost inky black usually sown with sparkling stars and a glowing moon or slender wisps

Spoken word poetry (written down)There is so much hate
and so much fake
it's hard to not actually make mistakes
for common knowledge isn't common at all
and all those you thought were true begin to fall.

No wonder art is on the rise,
so many people are filled with lies
and the arts are a way to let out the pain
without actually letting yourself go insane.

It's cold in my room but I don't want to leave it,
its colder upstairs but mostly in spirit.

If you let it embrace you, you might just go under
Your only escape is passed all the thunder

But breathe.

Just take a second, step into the sun, and breathe.

Take slower steps, take slower breaths
Relax and

That's What You AreBy ZKB

You're a cheater and a liar, Zahilara.

What's wrong with you? Why can't you listen?

Why are you so angry all the time?

We want what's best for you.

I know what you're thinking, and it's not right.

I don't understand why you don't understand.

I don't care what you think.

Why are you so angry all the time?

I only have a few more years to train you.

You are not a complete woman.

You don't have any sense at all.

You think you can do these things but you can't.

I was your age once. I thought I could fly, too.

Everything seems so easy, but it's not.

Why are you so angry all the time?

You're nothing without us.

You lie so muc

Meant for the FliesI took a leap of faith,
But it caused me no bliss,
I thought I could explain my shattered thoughts,
But proved myself wrong yet one more time,
I shot for the sky,
But found myself falling towards the ground,
I find I'm building myself up just to be torn down all over again,
I'm unsure of what to do next,
And all I believe anymore are the memories coursing throughout my saturated mind,
Nothing they tell you is true,
We are all meant for the flies.

Forget TonightTonight is the night for which we dress up,

A night to be somebody new,

A night to be reborn.

Tonight is the night for the stars to dance,

To fall to earth,

To fall and be destroyed.

Tonight is the night,

For everything to sing,

And,

Tonight is the night,

For the sky to rain down,

And cover your dreams in galaxies,

Long forgotten.

Tonight is a night for fun and laughter,

For tears of joy and fright,

For tears to rain down from the heavens,

And coat the world in your laughter,

Because tears are healed,

By a simple smile.

Tonight,

Is a night,

It is a night for you,

A night to smile and run,

As far as you can,

Just for to

ListenBy ZKB

Listen, child. Listen good.
When they tell you it ain't real,
That's never true.
Don't let them mould you, child,
And never believe
That it ain't real.
Don't let them take away
The invaluable part of your person.
Don't let them take away
Your imagination.
You listen to me, child, and listen good!
If the tell you it can't be real,
That it's just not possible,
Always remember, child,
That's never true.

Different EyesAll the tears,
All the pain,
All the washed up yesterdays,
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly,
To see this world,
From different eyes,
Maybe I could witness,
A little love,
Not just sorrow,
When push comes to shove,
So here I sit,
Cold and pale,
And all I wish,
Is to tell my tale,

Broken Language

I wish I could describe what I feel,
What I want to tell you,
But this broken language has become too hard,
And with time we will fall apart.

But for now, while I'm on exchange,
We'll ignore it;
The difficulty that, from this, arises,
As a result of our inability,

To speak this broken language.

So listen to the beating of my heart,
As you hold me in your arms.
The rhythmic sound of blood,
Coursing through my veins,
As every fibre of my being,
Screams for you to never let me go.

I don't know how much of this you can understand,

I try to describe it,
With understated, underwhelming words,
But it is impossible,
With only an abridged diction

i'm only here until you leaveif you invite me over i
promise i won't leave
until you throw
me
out of the third story
window, and even then
i'll wait by
your door.

until you let me back in.

-

because we spent three years running
from something we didn't
believe in, we walked through every
street like we owned the place.

we've woken up now, and we wish we hadn't.

-

and now i feel like i'm running
on empty but the tank is full and i've
gone a week or two without you, but
it's felt like years.

-

and i've wasted my time at
parties with people i've
never met but it's all
felt like i've been sitting on
your porch again,
waiting for you to let me back

Here's to the teenagers

Here’s to all the teenagers

For it’s time for the world to see

How amazing teenagers are

How truly amazing they can be

Here’s to all the teenagers

Who can’t seem to get it right

But somehow find the power

To still put up a fight

Here’s to all the teenagers

That seem to live life carefree

When truly the emotions they have inside

They will never let you see

Here’s to all the teenagers

Who are punished for being who they are

But still go on in life

Although there is a scar

Here’s to all the teenagers

Who struggle to fit in

Although they know they might

Never have the chance to win

Here’

RebellionRebellion
Start to rebel,
Don't be afraid.
Tomorrow we'll end
This stupid charade.

They can't control us,
They have no right.
So just remember,
They started this fight.

They didn't predict this,
They had no clue.
The end has now come
To what they once knew.

03/05/07

MasqueradeHidden faces all around...
No Identities shall be found
Music notes ignite like a flame
People dance with no shame
For with masks, faces are sealed
No fear that identities shall be revealed
For within a masquerade
All secrets shall be saved

You It seemed strange to Eugene that the sky in Corona should have been more clear and full of sun for a hanging while the sky seemed to grow darker the deeper they got into the forest. Good thing that between Eugene and Maximus they had payed enough attention to their surroundings to know where they were going. He ducked under the vines that had hidden the tower for so many years. There was a sudden thought in the back of his mind that they should have slowed down and snuck in, but it was too late now. This time he was a rescuer, not a thief. The thief was gone.
"Rapunzel?" He called. There was no answer. He cupped his hands around his mouth in case she hadn't heard and called again. "Rapunzel, let down your hair!" If she was there alone she would already have come, wouldn't she have? After two seconds, nothing. He threw himself at the tower, finding finger holds and starting to scale it alone. He had done it before. How difficult would it be if

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Work Force Cycle

by ~kmbrother, Jan 13, 2013, 4:18:30 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Work Force Cycle

From the day you're born,

You're called to be special.

You go to school and college.

You "learn" the curriculum.

Mathematics, literature, history…

You download that information,

because you need it.

Creativity, you say?

Don't bother with that.

It doesn't follow the curriculum.

Just download the knowledge

and

you're ready for reality.

Oh, you say you aren't special?

Don't say that, you're quite special.

Now let's see …

You are going to be a businessman.

What, you say you want to be an artist?

No, that won't due.

That won't make you special.

A job like that can't give you:

Money

Rules

Power…

What, you don't want a life like that?

You don't want the money?

The power

Any of it!

You'd give all of that up,

for a life without that …

specialty.

Well, okay then.

I understand.

But let me ask you something before I go.

Why don't you want to be special?

Because, that isn't me.

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Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

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