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Eyes so green – deeper than the seas and with
Thoughts so far away; she was the dreamer of all dreams.
They told her she couldn’t succeed
Yet she tried and tried.
And eventually fell victim
To the abuse and lies.
Her smile held beauty that none could compare, but her
Confidence was shaken and she was struck with despair.
For the words that they had spoken
Got lost inside her head.
To the world she was alive,
But in her heart she was dead.
She found solace in a friend whose name we all know:
Crack cocaine became her lover and it became her foe.
Now she felt she had done
What they said she would do.
“Not only am I a failure,
But I am an addict too.”
She lost her name to the drugs and the smoke hid her face.
But sometimes in the dark you could hear them whispering,
Only when she was alone they would creep and crawl…
To the pipe, she knows, she gave it her all.
Entice her with your dance; the devil that you are.
Their words were nothing
But the needles sure left their scars.
Would you have any regrets if you knew it was your fault?
You put her through this hell:
The angel who was once at the top.
Eyes a little paler – lighter than the skies and her
Smile is so bleak. Her lips whisper goodbye.
They told her she couldn’t succeed,
Yet she tried and tried.
The dreamer of all dreams
Has left us tonight.
Thoughts so far away; she was the dreamer of all dreams.
They told her she couldn’t succeed
Yet she tried and tried.
And eventually fell victim
To the abuse and lies.
Her smile held beauty that none could compare, but her
Confidence was shaken and she was struck with despair.
For the words that they had spoken
Got lost inside her head.
To the world she was alive,
But in her heart she was dead.
She found solace in a friend whose name we all know:
Crack cocaine became her lover and it became her foe.
Now she felt she had done
What they said she would do.
“Not only am I a failure,
But I am an addict too.”
She lost her name to the drugs and the smoke hid her face.
But sometimes in the dark you could hear them whispering,
Only when she was alone they would creep and crawl…
To the pipe, she knows, she gave it her all.
Entice her with your dance; the devil that you are.
Their words were nothing
But the needles sure left their scars.
Would you have any regrets if you knew it was your fault?
You put her through this hell:
The angel who was once at the top.
Eyes a little paler – lighter than the skies and her
Smile is so bleak. Her lips whisper goodbye.
They told her she couldn’t succeed,
Yet she tried and tried.
The dreamer of all dreams
Has left us tonight.
Literature
Watcher of the Night
He waits in the shadows
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows
Literature
Keep this promise
Do me a favor; don’t forget the time that we spent
It won’t last forever; I’m sure that one day we’ll meet again
Because we’re truly not far apart, it might as well be the start
And I know it seems a bit rough, just remember to not lose your heart
Because I’ll keep my faith in you, as long as you stay true
And don’t lose your faith in me, your friends barely know me
So don’t you ever worry, because one day we’ll start our story
Filling the blanks that we left open, keeping us from feeling lonely
Literature
Coming Out
With promises to be good,
you prayed every day
and waited for the sign,
even when a songbird touched
down on the roofs of Kansas
and went hollow on your shoulder.
The shedding of teardrops,
the coming out of a heartland
from its religion.
Breathing the smoke of its ash,
and being washed clean of what
you thought you knew.
The locusts never come,
the harvest will yet fail,
but don't deny the butterfly
that carries you over pastures
of dairy cows too busy
to look up at you and judge.
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Really beautiful, sad but beautiful!