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Sad was just Sad Until birth presented identity Sad was called Weak With Mother's chosen name Mother was a man His bitterness stretched fame Of his daughter across the land Sad was ignored by all Until she met Manipulative Mystic She attached to the friend in a need to impress But no one ever saw The Sad in Sadistic His luminescent eyes once shined Hazel flaring with innocence Surrounded by a glowing face Holding a heart and whole sense But beside time his eyes had sunk Upon puffy gray trash bags On a face of white charcoal Burnt by the drugs and the drunk Smoke indulged from a bottle For he was the Devil Even in his

When you're like that The sun is opaque optimism You live in the Bahamas Like that Piss off in the day Everyone's in the way Evening is your healer Rewind; Everyone was still your friend; Replay The sun is shining The trees are breezing Knowledge means nothing When you're like that Don't remember their names And all you need is your face Identity is the only sin Like that Don't believe in God God believes in you Worship is obscure Now fear is the only God When you're like that Everything is nothing And nobody cares Like that There's no such thing as love But love is everything anyway When it's like this Love is a

Questionable vision of the past A corner covered in curtains of white No window, just a wall of plain Emotions return to blast A deadly omen, yet so bright Curtains soft like a horse's mane I prop myself on a wooden cane Hidden behind my monotone mask Obscure devotions fill me with shame How my gentle or deadly urges might Cause my environment a destructive sight I will be the one to blame Choked by my own mind's clasp Preventing and desiring a futile fame Glue my soul to a boundless kite To dodge this subtle violent game

Devouring the view of events in a comfortable daze A snake-like vine slithers to silently stare around To peer at motion's complex simplicity, yet unfazed This nearly taunting green striker stays still and lays Much more gentle and unlike the orthodox predator Devouring the view of events in a comfortable daze A stretch of sandy ground below the cliff waits For imprints of carriers of a refurbished soul To peer at motion's complex simplicity, yet unfazed Strong claps on the sand sent by blue waves Drowning the hearts' beats with a singing kindness Devouring the view of events in a comfortable daze When night comes, the black sky'

The boy sat on his porch while eating a snack, looking bored, as the hovering darkness displayed the day's near end. While he waited for some interesting event to arise, a visit from an ex-girlfriend wasn’t on his wish list. But she was walking on the sidewalk toward his direction. He looked downward, avoiding eye contact, and periodically glanced at her. The moment her path of travel became perpendicular to his sidewalk, her body made a ninety degree turn. He stood and casually acted as if he hadn't seen her and quickly went inside. There was a knock on the door, but he walked away and plopped himself on the couch. The knock called agai

Brian would kill for the truth Terah would kill for simple pleasure Terah would love for fun Brian needs a reason Brian likes to read Terah needs something real Terah wants cake and wine Brian serves apples and milk Brian remembers to lock the windows and doors Terah wants outside to race off a cliff Terah runs through and beats paint puddles all day Brian jogs then naps on a bed of gray Brian finds all the dollars and the coins Terah ignores paper and metal Terah believes with no limits Brian only uses his eyes Brian placed a knife in my chest Terah put a bullet in my head Brian and Terah lost their love

All that could be seen was black. When she opened her eyes, there was nothing different. Only moments later, the thirteen-year-old Serenity, her identity, came back to memory. "Whoa… what's going on?" she asked. The only answer she got was silence. Even without getting a response, she could tell that no one was around, at least not anyone that would be any support for her. This filled her with the fear of being lost. Her heart began to beat faster, and anxiousness slowly crept its way into her mind. Despite the fact that her thoughts were unclear, she forced herself to lift her achy body off the ground and stand up. It felt like nothing was

A river of lined houses Nighttime bearers of red walls The Angels sit in the empty seats A song of lover's remorse Heavy harold of mortal silence It is the ghost of melodies

And the best part of love is living in lies There's no loving reprise Only soul spoken goodbyes You told me And the best part of life is pretending applies If Saint Serenity dares cry The Permanent Punishment Compromise They told me And the best part of beliefs is substandard surprise Caring will never be wise Self containment is good to be dry He told me If anyone's said everything will all be alright Perfection is a required memorize And the best part of love is living in lies You told me You all told me And I'm the most idealistic pessimist you'll meet