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The boy next door has scars that he hides.
He goes to school sad and teary-eyed.
His father beats him with a leather strap.
I feel so sorry for the little chap.
I do not eat my friends
You eat my friends
I can see their ends
Sometimes... people stab my friends
they feed my friends to their friends
I can see their ends
My heart is a birdcage
Hanging from a tree branch and
Moving with the wind.
You can look inside-but don't touch!It might fall
and
break.
Sometimes my heart is the bird inside
I can smile and look at everythingTwisting a strand of hair with my finger,A childish expression i wear to pass the time. Until then I am wasting my time skipping and stepping on broken leaves,My toes growing numb from the water soaking into my sh
Facing Life's problems through my paper and pen. Overcoming the obstacles that I produce from within. Once being a lonely soul, making friends with my words. Life's a journey; I'm on a quest to find my pot of gold.
Inside my soul it cries and wails,
I keep it trapped, for the key is mine.
Until the cage, from my own hands, at long last falls and fails.
Nobody can comprehend that museful flower,
(poems go here) My pen sculpts a future
Potential to work and to enjoy with one job
My pen sculpts a dream
Hope of proving my father wrong that writing is dead
Chains Chains Chains Chains
Call for a need of change
Born free
Every child learns how to wear the manacles
How to chain their minds to someone else's paradigm
How to live with bent backs
why do I write?
well its not for the money
me with out writings
like a bee without honey
I write for my heart
I write to stay sane
I write to show my feelings and capture my pain.
Who am I?
Because I'm struggling in a way that I don't understand,
And I'm living in a world that relationships
So easily become a misconception of a wholesome bond.
I have this fleeting heart making me incapable.
A soul crushed beneath the weight of life
Wings heavy with burdens
Beating frustrations within a cage of flesh
With labored breath and nowhere to turn
Life a gaping hole, spilling across time
The blood seeping
I Belong to the wind
I belong to the edges
I belong to nobody and still
I am trapped in his most deepest thoughts
in his most pure sighs,
in each of his heartbeats without wanting to get out.
When i speak
the words that ignite a fire in my head
a tidal wave
a tsunami
a hurricane
a rumbling earth quake of what i feel must be heard
just dont come out correctly
stuttering and tripping
