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The Will (Self-Discipline) – http://wp.me/p7ncYE-1w
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She
She is not lost
She just hasn’t found her destination
Locked in a cage
But freed by her imagination
Smile
She wears a mask
Unashamed
Not because she’s ugly
Not because she’s afraid
Behind the mask she can safely hide
She knows they don’t care to know the colors inside
Truths can’t be untold
Here she lays with a different mask to hold
A Dream I Didn’t Have
He tried to explain to me
That my soul has forgotten how it used to be
Before it was imprisoned by this jailer, this body
As the bright light shined down on me
I was blinded and no longer can see
That this… what I love so much is just a prison keeping me from my destiny
Thanking You
I’m shocked to find such treasures
On a bright screen
In a dark room
I satisfy my pleasures
Blogs full of thought, I found what I sought, and I try to thank you for what you wrote
With a short comment, a short note.
Thank you.
The Savior
“He will save us, don’t you worry,
loving and strong, the hero will return.”
The priest found a way to calm the crowd
So they stood still as their town burned to the ground
“Will he rebuild my tree house father?” The boy wondered
“He will make you a new one, a better one, in heaven!”
But the boy wondered if he can find the way to heaven through this fire.
“Father, do we have to see hell to enjoy heaven?”
The priest said loudly: “HE WILL SAVE US!”
But everyone was gone.
The flame surrounded the red eyed man.
And the boy stood still as the fire engulfed them both.
Man
Born screaming, he did not choose this.
Died screaming, he does not want it to end.
The Pond, Part 2
An unexpected visitor
The bird that sat on her window, it looked familiar as if it belonged to a different place
She can see that the city was not his place
Maybe he followed her train to where the trees don’t grow
Where the cars’ noises block the voices in her head
She can no longer hear her best friend—the inspiration
Looking out of her cold studio apartment’s window, she can’t see the stars
Her lover’s words resonate in her ears, he was right—she misses counting the bright pins in the sky
That yellow cheerful bird’s singing covered all the other noises around her
She wondered if he had been a messenger, if he carried a letter from The Pond for her
Although her apartment stood high above the man-made trails beneath
It was no match to the mountain she used to live on,
The broken kitchen counters that he’d promised to fix,
The cotton filled pillows, the wooden chair he proudly carved.
She closes her eyes humming with the bird, harmonies she once knew so well
She can smell it, the pond’s stench—what she hated and loved so much
But it escapes her before she can capture it; she wished to paint it on her pale grey wall
The memories were too old, and the paint has run dry.
Reflections
Occasionally, I see astonishment in her eyes
After hours in front of the mirror
There’s grief in her face and a wilting in her soul
As if she’s met herself for the very first time
She saddens
Loses the words
She loves that one in the mirror—not herself
I want to go into that world, she says
I want to be where this beauty is
There, left is right
There, wrong is right
There, dawn brings comfort
There, everything is changeless
There, silence ceases screaming
And peace is infinite
Now glued to the mirror, her expression changes
Up close, she finds herself
She finds the loneliness that bent her spine
She sees lines of pain on her face
Sadness defines her being
Pulling away, she again sees just a beautiful reflection
And is content to be back—back where others see her
Not so close
Inspiration
Slowly comes
Then all at once
Words run through my brain
As I lay in bed to rest my head
The whole world screams
And I can’t define the feeling, the noise they make
So I rush to find a paper, but my pencils break
And slowly then all at once the voices disappear
Leaving me all alone laying here.
(How I feel right now, midnight thoughts)
Stranger Paths 