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Anger
Angry words hidden in the brush,
waiting to take on it's next
victim
like a hungry tiger ready to pounce.
Lies and hurtful accusations flung
carelessly through the air,
hitting you with pain and betrayal.
Anger fills the world, too much to
hold in, too dangerous to let out.
Never
knowing who to blame, but
never ready to blame yourself.
No one can control it, no one will stop it.
Thunderous
sounds of furious
voices, racking through my ears.
I can't take it any longer.
All the screaming, crying, and
hurting isn't solving anything.
Does anyone listen to me?
Of course not, the fighting is
too loud. No one
even notices me.
So, I fade back into the angry shadows. Anger is all I'll ever know.
Dark Knight
Riding around on
his night-colored stallion,
he hides in the shadows,
his presence always hovering,
his timing unknown to his unexpecting
victims.
Sometimes he's hasty, other times lazy,
but his is always the last word,
and once said, his actions cannot
be erased.
He waits patiently,
until he can greet you, and lock you away
from all those he has not yet met.
Some
toy with him,
others fear his invitation, which, by Fate,
has already been accepted.
Some wish to question him,
and
know his deepest secrets,
but a word spoken to him,
steals all others from your lips.
Some have escaped him for now,
but fear not,
for all will feel his silent kiss.
Do you know who the Dark Knight is?
The Beauty of a
Rose
Beautiful,
long-stemmed rose,
placed in a marble black vase.
Looking stiff in your straight pose,
with violets and daisies,
interlaced.
Swaying softly in a light breeze,
casted from a slightly opened window.
Even with your painful thorns,
to
my plain little room,
your beauty adorns.
Soft, velvet petals,
shaded in a light blush.
Your lovely scent floating
mildly in the air.
You were sent to me with love and care.
One delicate petal,
falls swiftly to the floor.
After
a week your beauty turns poor,
but the memory of your meaning,
will live on ever more.
The Joy I'll Never
See
Darkness shrouds
my essence,
no light can shine through.
Seeping into my soul, with no love,
my heart turns cold.
Spreading
black across the surface of my soul.
Rusting the keys,
smashing me with pain.
Fields of lilies, streets of gold,
the joy I'll never see.
Lost in a sea of turmoil,
drowning in depression.
To fragile to break, to soft to
touch.
Naive to the words. Sweet at the sight.
This is the way I seem, but underneath,
evil controls me.
Breaking
me slowly, making me cold, black,
all alone and depressed.
Feeding off any emotions I can.
Yearning for that stable
love I cannot find.
I won't listen to reason. No joy will I ever find.
Freedom of the Mind
I am now free,
free of the adolencent dreams,
dreams of
happiness and love,
the love of someone special,
so special you can't imagine your life,
a life without them by
your side,
but I am by myself,
and my head is clear and focused,
focused on my goal of happiness,
filled with
the pride of my loved ones,
loved ones who truly care,
care about what's inside my head,
thoughts that have meaning
and feelings,
feelings so strong about issues,
about how the world that is falling apart,
and if I can help piece
it back together,
I will be free again,
free to dream of innocent things,
things of love,
the love of someone
special.
Lost
Time, captured in memory.
A drifter, lost in his
own thoughts.
The lock on his mind, the key buried in his soul.
His pleading words unheard over the fury of the wind.
The
swift air blinds their despair and steals their pleas.
The window to his memories shattered,
The glass floating in the
sea of lost reflection.
Each mirror into his soul marred by aging.
And he is alone yet again,
Trying to piece together
what the tide washed away.
Here he sits today,
A drifter, lost in his own thoughts.
Together Again (Dedicated to
my Great Grandfather)
As she lay there,
in that hidden cabin in the woods,
She thought about her life.
Her whole life,
spent educating the younger generations,
and in all that time,
she had never had the chance to love.
When the doctor called,
and told her the news,
she did not cry.
She had known she was dying,
the call only confirmed it.
Her heart was growing weaker,
from this disease which knew no shame.
To take her life,
when she was only 50,
so old, and yet still so young.
Her life had not been in vain,
from all the minds she had filled.
As she lay there,
she held her father's hand,
as he led her to the promise land.
As she drifted off,
and took her last peaceful breath,
she squeezed her father's hand,
as she whispered, "I have missed you,
and now we shall never part again."
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