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Like tyrants assembled with tears,Trembling like a tomb, And singing like a statue,I am as empty as the ocean.My blind
eyes scream in silence,So this eternal echo will be known.Given to the foils of time, And shattered like plate glass-You freeze
within the fire.Darkness now lives at daylight,And shadows turn to the ghosts.With all that shined is hollow
You imagine
unconsciously.And pretending to sleep you realize,Nothing is what it seems.
Teen Years
Everyone tells you,
they're the best years of your life.
The thing they don't tell you,
is they are all full
of strife.From a child to a teen,in less then a year. It's a lot to deal with,
you have to grow up fast.As a child
you're free,as teen you feel locked up.A child has no worries,A teen has a lot.You learn the meaning of love you discover
broken hearts.The worries of being accepted,
are the hardest part of all.What's the "best" about these years.When as a
teen,you live in fear.
Some nights I stay up late and cry,Other times I feel as if I could die! In my life I feel not loved,I always get kicked
around or shoved.But why should I be happy?
How can I be if I'm treated so crappy?Every day seems like a battle.I get thrown
around like a baby's rattle.Sometimes everything can be so scary.Why can't I just be happy and merry?For all my faults, I
am to blame.I am the one to take all the shame.
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The world doesn't understand, What's going wrong in me ,Neither do they want to know For fear they'll
have to seeSo many things useless in life But all acceptable Except a teen with lofty dreams
But balance by the bowl So
many times I've wondered why
Teens today are used While as a child they sat alone angry and confused Crouching down upon
the floor To avoid viscous blows
Of words of hate and flying fists And what else? Who knows
Creatures from deep inside
their minds That hollow dark abyss
Scream to them their life is lost They lost it in a kiss Unfeeling teens when will they
learn What's prominent and good And damn it, when will they Do as WE think they really should?
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My guardian angel, once careless and free, flew into the clouds and lost touch with me. Her tears
were cold and wet, falling on my face.
Her smile had left us without a trace. Her angelic lips quivered, frozen and scared,
I felt rain clouds visiting, and had to prepare. I knew that angels, often content, were very special presents that God had
sent.
To see one so sad, so afraid, so alone, had made me weep while the cold winds had blown. Her wings lost feathers,
comforting and soft, falling from the stars, floating aloft. Her pain was felt throughout the land, to feel true misery is
impossible to stand. I prayed so that when her hurting stops, I'll be able to taste the angel's teardrops.
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