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He always wanted to explain things
But no one cared.
So he drew.
Sometimes he would draw
and it wasn't anything.
He wanted to carve it in stone
or write it in the sky,
and it would be only him and the sky and
the things inside him that needed saying.
It was after that that he drew the picture.
It was a beautiful picture.
He kept it hidden under his pillow
and would let no one see it.
He would look at it every night
and think about it.
When it was dark and his eyes were closed,
he could still see it.
When he started school,
he brought it with him,
not to show anyone,
just to have it along like a friend.
It was funny about school.
He sat at a square, brown desk,
like all the other square, brown desks.
He thought it should be red.
And his room was a square, brown room,
like all the other rooms.
It was tight and close and stiff.
He hated to hold the pencil and chalk,
his arms stiff, his feet flat on the floor.
Stiff,
the teacher watching and waiting.
The teacher came and spoke to him.
She told him to wear a tie
like all the other boys.
He said he didn't like them.
She said it didn't matter.
After that they drew.
He drew all yellow.
It was the way he felt about morning,
and it was beautiful.
The teacher came and smiled at him.
"What's this?" she said, "Why don't you
draw something like Ken's drawing?
Isn't that beautiful?"
After that, his mother bought him a tie,
and he always drew airplanes and rocketships
like everyone else.
And he threw the old picture away.
And when he lay alone looking at the sky,
it was big and blue and all of everything,
but he wasn't anymore.
He was square inside and brown,
and his hands were stiff.
he was like everyone else.
The things that needed saying
didn't need it anymore.
It had stopped pushing.
It was crushed.
Stiff,
Like everything else.

Check box
2 inches taller
Check box
15 years younger
check box
20 pounds lighter
Check box
30 years old in the picture
check box
50,000 more a year
And when you meet
maybe she won't notice
And when you meet
maybe she'll forgive your deception
And when you meet
maybe she'll want to "give" you a chance
but how do you take a chance
on something that started with a lie?


~TitaniumOvaries~
~30 August 2013~

tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face...
unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence...
i watch the blue fog slowly move in,
penetrating each and every glance of mine eye...


i watch the blue train slowly pass by ~
soon to chase away the distance between now and then....
acquiring rights of an assumed passenger ~
warming my feet within her cabin's frame,
passing in review before her porters and residents...I ask...

what will they see of me?

who will i let them see?

not me...

not now...

i want to ferry the passageways incognito....
empty and void is how i feel,
still warm to touch,
but too cold to feel...

like this blue train...

like this choking blue smoke...

like the blue cloak of the morning fog.

meloncholy is my mask and mood,

just now...

for this short ride to nowhere.

Gregory

Spending days wasting time
Spending years left behind

I could never catch the train
And I allways missed the plane
I guess that lonely should have been my name

Another quiet evening for me to dine
Spending years left behind

Dreams have all disappeared
Memories seem unclear
Tomorrow softly whispers soon to be here

How sad to search and never find
What happened to the years that were left behind

I just someone to talk with but when it comes like this... I feel alone. when someone needs help I am always there and stand there. and my bf who is very chatty spread everything. I wish to jut sometimes to have someone just for talk. just for talk

Crazy cause we are so different
You are steel and I am air
This is something we should prevent
I will hurt persons I love, I fear

Wrong because we are unequal
You have found the Lord I have not
The moment is in my head like a sequel
So much at stake, how could I have forgot

Incredibly Exciting and on cloud ten
That's how my body feel tonight
My hormones are a flight like a wren
But what we did was not right

Quilty is how I feel after the fact
I betray both of us and others
The moment we committed the act
And oh how my conscience botheres

You say you love me
You say you care
But whenever I need you
You're never there

There to wipe away my tears
There to wash away all my fears
No, you leave me cold
Never there to keep me warm

You say I make you complete
You say I'm the only one whom you need
But yet you treat me like a stone
Leaving me all alone

I can't controle this anger anymore
It's time for me to show you the door
As my fist makes its way towards you
Breaking the mirror in two

Can one feel emptiness within?
No emotions or thoughts just nothing!
This is my life story,
I have been so lonely.

You touch where it hurt the most,
Loneliness is my lover's lust,
A burden in my heart I carry,
You said it's only temporary.

You have no part of me,
Darkness dancing in my dreams,
I close my eyes to sleep,
And see you mocking me so clearly.

The day the night fell,
I was still with you,
Hoping you will die soon,
And bring me home to peace.

heavy cool pallor
over this room
air fearfully still
yet windows...wide open
you came and you went
as you had a mind to
but this time your leaving
...has left us without you

hopin' rainbows of angels are watchin' our baby
and that she's smiling at us
and looking so proud
for that's the way we all feel about her
a loving dear spirit
who did livin' out loud

with beauty so rare
no finger can point it
at the difference that she made
when she entered a room
for the gleam in her eye
hot fire within her
was more than enough
to melt you away

there's a lump in our throats when we think about you
how you fought through the pain
and faced down the fear
teardrops are falling
'cause you're not around us
but you touched our lives
you'll always be here
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
it has been two years today, since Lyn's daughter, Addie, passed away at age 32. another angel fallen to breast cancer.

I sit in a silent world of words. Sadness surrounds me, sarrow blinds me, I await for a love that will never come. Words are a cheep rendition of a truth or false world never knowing. Give me proof of your reality,something tangible to hang on to. How easy it is hideing behind the world of words.