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Shall We...
Shall we ballroom dance
Allowing twirls to trap us in a trance
Complicating our ability to take a stance
Shall we ballroom dance
Shall we waltz
Neglecting to impose faults
Occupying Earth as grain of salt
Shall we waltz
Shall we forget
Just what it is that makes us legitamate
Abandon all what would cause us fret
Shall we forget
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Psych Unit
Pale walls and cold air, ticking clocks everywhere. I sit in an oversized arm chair as if that is supposed to make me more comfortable answering hard questions to which I give one word answers. Still the doctor takes copious notes for every one. Next she hands me the clipboard, I hate that stupid clipboard. I know its going to have a line of cartoonist faces on it with a spectrum of emotions represented. I've never felt there was a single one that I could relate to during my imprisonments here. The doctor asks, " how are you feeling today?" I take the clipboard with a sigh. How am i feeling? Thoughts of drowning come to mind. I know exactly what that feels like too. Suddenly a memory come to the forfront of my thoughts. My minds eye flooded with the scene, bluring my observation of the reality surrounding me. There was no longer pale walls and ticking clocks, but the air was still cold. I was in the ocean with my father, hanging on his back to be exact. He was setting up my older sibling on our mini surf board for an upcoming wave to ride into the beach sand. Impaciently waiting for my turn i clung to my dads back. Then the wave came. But instead of floating over it as my dad hopped to keep me above the waters surface, it over came me and ripped my grib from my fathers shoulders. Having enough swimming techniche to keep me from panicing, I began a simple breast stroke toward what I hoped was up. But the wave kept coming, soon I realized my arm motions where futile because the current just had me spinning and spinning under water. The urge to take a gasping breath was choking me and panic set in. The few years worth of experienced moments began flashing behind my eyes. Summers spent playing games in the back yards of neighbors, a couple Christmases coming inside from sledding to a warm hot chocolate with mini marshmellows, birthdays making wishes blowing out candles with my entire family surrounding me cheering. Just when I found myself unable to resist the desperation to take a breath and fill my lungs with the salt water that would be the last thing I would taste, my fathers strong arm ripped me back to the surface. Gasping and coughing I dug my nails into his forearms, drawing blood but I didnt care in the slightest not if it meant never going down there again. My dad asked if I was ok, and I panted out a yes. "You got scared, huh?" I just nodded, still catching my breath. "You know I always got you!" I nodded again.
"Lauren?" My attention was brought back to the psychiatrists office. "What?" She looked at me with concern and repeated, " How are you feeling?"
I smiled and replied, " Scared, but I know I'll be okay."
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Flames
Watching the city burn from a temporarally safe hill top, the prepubecent lad could no longer keep the agony inside.
So he shrieked, "Its not fair; how the flames eat up the fresh autumn air! Then leaving all in its path bare! Not to mention the rest of the world doesnt even care! Where are the forest creatures supposed to find clean air? With burnt feathers how will the bird fly out of there? Ever second that comes where the smoke is flowing in and out of my lungs feels less like a breath and more that of wear and tear that no one my age should not have to bare!"
With all that out he didnt feel the slightest better. Nothing had changed. All the people he knew stood on the hill top and silently watched the flames.
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Just a Dream
He understood the desert sands
Falling through the hour glass counting moments slipping right through all of our hands
He begs, " Does no one know how to rhyme?"
She smirked and said. " I do but they are not worth your time."
"Behold!" He exclaimed, "I see through your eyes, deeply I look into them as you try to disguise, what beauty in your soul. A beauty even your sarcastic exterior can not dull."
He continued, " You have no comprehension for how long I've searched."
Deciding to meet his penatrating gaze, her stomach lerched and her mind was in a haze.
"Let us embrace," he demanded taking several steps closer. Then under these stars they walked never again letting a single grain of sand go to waste.
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Blue Skies
Opening my eyes I am lying in the dirt
I hear the distant cries and instantly I am alert
Overwhelmed by my selfishness the angst builds a wall
No I swear I did not hurt my head upon my fall
Going through the motions I thought this would all be different
No not this time my pain is still....
Let me ask you a question will anything ever be different
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I watch planes glide through the air like sharks in the sea
As I sit on the dock at the edge of a lake that is strange to me
A piarate ship is anchered in the distant fog waiting for my to wake and escape this over filled bog
Not much makes sense and I can not breathe for one of the sharks from the sky has grabbed ahold of me
Under the waters sufface I go trying to grab on to the barnacles of the bottom of the ship
Next thing I know I awake in the black leather seat of my father's car with my family
And in a cold sweat i quietly sit
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Broke my own heart
That's when I begin to pray
Selfishly looking to live another day
Don't know what I want or who I am supposed to be
But when I look at the sky I am jealous of how the wind is free
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"I'm the night sky, I'm the fire in your eyes and I want you now and for all time. I'm the cold heart, I'm the secrete that you hide and I'll be listening until you decide."
-CHVRCHES
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Drop
Dark shadows keep the memory of the deceased Glowing hearts have been released An elegant gown is creased, under the pressure Of falling forver
“Take me, your majesty, to be your slave”, She cried out in attempt of seeming brave. “Spare the life of an angel fallen from above, Take me instead of destroyin heavenly love.”
Latched in chains, she is led away from the holy light But still within her it glows so forgiving and bright For there is trust you cannot see She can trust for she has met her destiny Kill the evil, child Now do not be feeble, the sruggle will be mild Easy with the light by your side And so she shrieked,
“Take me, your majesty, as your slave” Not knowing it was heself she would save “Spare the lives of the holy ones, Our creator’s faithful and devoted sons. Take this offer but do not fall for, My words are fragile.”
Shut away. In a cage. She is alone now Far from free. She will surely be. Not far from broken, now But then again, can you see her? His majesty seea her And she is. Singimg.
“Take me, your majesty, as your muse. Let me heal your heart of that awful bruise. I think I can complete your soul by presenting mine. Just please give me a chance, and put your sins behind.”
The king was touched by her words Wrapped up in such a beautiful verse She risked her life just for him Even though his soul was scared with tje number of hos sins She sang of forgiveness, absolution, and empathy. Sang it so beautifully her voice was a symphony He wanted to have her complete him
So he bellowed back, “Take me pure beauty under your wing. Show me what in life inspires ypu to sing. Fix my stitched heart, Hold it while it heals, keep it from falling apart. Together I am convinced we can soar. Scour the skies for something more. So take me, goddess of shear beauty, and forever sing to my soul softly.”
Where dark shadows used to haunt the deacesed New holy glowing hearts have been released And elegant gown freed of its crease Under the pressure, of floating forever.
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