The Sun doesn’t Shine Here The sun don’t shine here, Dark and misty places, Explorers’ dreams are torn apart, These are the words, facts and faces. The future and dreams of our younger generation, Off our children, Will experience the worst devastation. We stand still in a ghostly mood, Look back, The damage that we
I Am I may fined reading hard, I may not be able to spell, I may act like I am shy, But that is just to hide, This dose not make me stuped I may sit at the back of the class, You may see me with colour glasse, You may see me studing when
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Thoughts For what I yearn Remains unspoken Quiet, silence. Screaming, screeching Pounding, scraping The light shines The darkness burns Quiet, silence. My head is a head Full of thoughts Life and Death Peace and Pain Here and there Thoughts everywhere Quiet, silence. Sorrow drowns Fear consumes Lightning strikes And tears fall Quiet, silence. What you
This Angel The bald headed beauty With voice so sweet The closest thing to God You would ever meet But the white angelic wings Are faded by the black That pollutes the mind and heart And the mischief soon to attack ‘’Why her?’’ I ask myself, heaven above A girl whose beauty is a reflection
The World’s Dark Secrets I read my books in silent peace Where the old ghosts come to weep, And creep among the tormented living And take the gift that keeps on giving The Grave Digger comes, the corpse in hand A hole is dug in fading sand A silent witness disappears His Demon’s follows made
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Quick Glances Quick glances Send messages of confusion Dancing around the room Like wisps of grey smoke Whispers spread heat Rising upward to the ceiling Becoming trapped As they suffocate all within Closing in on those stuck in the circle Damping the noises so they couldn’t hear clearly The unspoken words Emma Gallagher An Earth
I Sit and Find I sit and find, The peace overcomes my body, She left without one more goodbye. The new man, flash and gaudy. The existential playlist, Used in extreme circumstances, She was the one I wanted to assist, My love I gave in great masses Absorbing the new-wave songs about love, My life
Wednesday You’re not allowed do what you like, Like cycle alone, on a bike. Men separated from the boys, No longer playing with their toys. The pen is mightier than the sword, Outside is where the goals are all scored. Worrying about how much they weigh, The predator becomes the prey. The class is failing
Beauty If I asked you to name all the things you found beautiful How long would it take for you to say yourself? Beautiful people are looking in the mirror and seeing a twisted mess Of societies unattainable expectations What do you call beauty? A perfect body only skin deep or is it more If
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The Traumatized Rose The living become like walking corpses Doomed men buried beneath dark lies Under the soil an explosion rumbles in the growling earth The angels of the world descending from the skies Demonic manifestations of evil reborn The weak and scared controlled by the ancient and decrepit The unfortunate are forced to walk