Thoughtful
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Have you ever wondered
Where all that it's rained?
All at the same time
And how many people that's pained?
Flood gates open
Right over the heads
At a time
When chill called for a coat
and the youthful light was executed
I watched the moon impale heaven
and stars melt on waves of the bay.
At a time
when past became future
I forget them in the day time, all the little lights
At me they wave and blink and do their damndest to get my attention, but I pay them no mind
There is a girl here/She spends hours looking out windows/tracing swirls on her skin with a finger/Sometimes I think she's imagining freedom/mostly I imagine she's thinking nothing at all/ Everyone here is broken/but while we still exchange false
Everyday I wear a smile
I go out into the sun and I shine right along with it
I'm loud and exciting, like a one man circus
I joke and I laugh with my friends
I have fun and I enjoy myself, just like everyone else
test me
i dare you:
because one day i will have had enough
and you will realize that though i may be a freak
i am a freak to be reckoned with
so remember that when you go to push me down
The First, his bones creak. The kick of his artillery jolts his body
And he moves with it, a jerky dance that goes unnoticed
As the air is filled with the sound of metal and collisions –
Chocolate dew and melted rain.
Putting all these illusions into a frame.
Art that spoke to you.
painting and then stamping your name.
They call it science but it would not be fair game.
Cavern.
Plic.
An endless cavern.
Plic.
Plic.
Upon first glance, there is only darkness.
Plic.
Plic.
But to those who wait...
To those who listen
Plic.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder how you are.
Since no one seems to ask if you're alright;
Are you okay, will you live to shine another night?
Up above a world you once knew,
Bring me the sunset in a cup
so I can drink it in.
So it can saturate
my darkened body
with warmth.
So beauty can fight the ugly
in me.
There are good days, and bad,But we can't always feel sad,Cruelty makes us mad,But kindness and warmth makes us glad.
Always sitting in the back
I wonder when the teacher will notice
That I don't slack.
The title of "AP student" should not
be put on plack .
I struggle.
All the homework that the teacher stacks
Open your eyes
Walk down the street,
Look around.
Look down at your feet,
Do you see it?
Happiness
Many things can bring joy to ones life.
Exploring love,
Family,
Friendships.
The ache in my arm lingers.Ebbs, a painful melodySlowly, it spreads through my body,Exploring the raw lands that remain.
It's in the nightwhen I feel myself taking formthe midnight stars clothed in indigo velvetpressing on my flesh, my soulgiving it substance
and I am being born
Hang on.
Hang on tightly.
Don’t let go.
It’s too far down for you who have come so far, so hang on.
