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She wrote a river, flowing endlessly
Drops of blood leaked from her heart
Boat tumbling over the grey-brown rocks
Forcing her to row back and restart.
The words imprinted onto the murderous liquid
They screamed of someone insecure, alone.
A person's cry for help was silenced and
Their raindrop tears turned to stone.
She wanted to be by herself
Away from the madness and the place
Hiding in a state of depression
Going about in her own rhythmic pace
Her hair wrapped itself around a rock
Delicate and sharp strands strangled her neck.
Her breath became raspy as she begged for air -
She died and would be remembered as a wreck
Drops of blood leaked from her heart
Boat tumbling over the grey-brown rocks
Forcing her to row back and restart.
The words imprinted onto the murderous liquid
They screamed of someone insecure, alone.
A person's cry for help was silenced and
Their raindrop tears turned to stone.
She wanted to be by herself
Away from the madness and the place
Hiding in a state of depression
Going about in her own rhythmic pace
Her hair wrapped itself around a rock
Delicate and sharp strands strangled her neck.
Her breath became raspy as she begged for air -
She died and would be remembered as a wreck
Literature
I've Changed (Yeah right)
I've Changed (Yeah right):
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself ho
Literature
You're Not?
You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
Literature
Die
Die:
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
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can i just say,i always love your poetry and stories.this peice is just amazing thank you.