Keeping it simple, is what we need In a world of words, lies and dreams Simplicity is a sanctuary No complex meanings wedged from the cracks of humans' flaws by a crowbar of self-love and hope Simplicity is what nature runs on A never-ending world of the pure A forever planet of existence just breathe and keep it simple homework, love, friendships and pain it becomes easier if you take it easy and realise that you don't owe the world anything just a little favour- a small request just keep that heart beating and those eyes twinkling, when there are no stars left to shine You are one of those stars, a meteorite and even when you don't know it you create fireworks and explosions even if you're running low on diesel there's plenty of love to go around
Taste my blood Sweet to your sour deeds Roses fall and their petals wither Frail, when spring was meant to bring new life instead, we bleed out the old, decayed, dreams. Taunting us with their happy lies will we be compensated? Our bodies are only skin deep We are like clothes, hung out to dry and the cracks, the creases, do you see it too? the scars where you slit us in half, like lambs to the slaughter. Still, we rise dead, and skeletons to the dust. Particles and atoms carried along with the winds our sails half high in reluctant pride, the hand retracting from the prisms of the sky. Take my hand, look into my eyes all you can see, is life
Dreams stole away the sanctuary of sleep Clottered my closed eyes with the images, Fears and worries, taunting my line of sight Only my closed eyelids are things that I can see Yet I dream of a whole world Things that have not and will not be, Scavenge my brain for fear to feed Murders and monsters Shadows that change into half-witted beings Venom to the innocence of imagination And I arise, relieved to be back in my own Earth, But knowing that I could never share those paining visions of death and despair, The world of dreams, belongs to you alone.
Barren, the clock holds no more currency against this empty body. The inching handle, Moving towards the birth of death, is displaced in the sounds of victory. Broken, her bones are still ever-expanding A heartbeat that will never pound outside the remains of her memory. She sheds the future and the present with tears, as the stillborn takes its last breaths that was never theirs. The promises of happiness- A piece of her sent to heaven She does not own this empty vessel, lifeless in her hands, This is not her child. The blood thats spills can be compensated, but the spirit that has been taken before its first sigh, will never be diminished. If only she could see a sharp glint of an eye, The hand wrapped around her finger, Then perhaps she could forgive herself for her insufficiency. The perfect mother a child never had- How much she would have cared for it, her love still grows and succeeds, Death comes not with justice, but penalty.
Beep, beep, beep My alarm buzzes and I lift my heavy eyes up from slumber They drop, and I think to myself: Has morning already been delivered? I groan and fumble around for my phone, Chaotically ringing I grab it, pull it beside me and dismiss the alarm, Only to be welcomed by some math questions. Frugally tapping random answers, I managed to pass and I lie in great awakening, Wasting time scrolling through my apps It's easier that way, Because then when I roll out of bed, I have been prepared, And I am fresh-faced Well, nearly
Sorrow, the Earth sings Love, the willows dream, as they wave their arms in the wind, branches too long to be seen The flakes of soil embedded in the cracks of our skin we continue, harps as soft as voices, as cruel as birds we sing of lavender's scent, which we can never hear, or taste. I am used to toxic gas, that was love's cruel betrayal those stainless lakes wind in a world that is not our own our reflections shimmer in a place that is apart from ours. The trees listen, and the caves shudder Secrets and gravestones, litter our cupboards Skeletons, are our bones
Burning out, a wildfire of sparks listening to the crackle of leaves... burning, so swift the flame grew out of its body, shedding its strength for almighty authority I bowed to the logs decomposing, the hand of domestic nature tamed to the demise of raw... feeling.
I drank to the health of those whom I loved wine of blood the flames and the sparks only grew, but to me, it was a campfire of hope A tiny boom, against the woods and I let it catch me in its grip its claws, my fists And I wore them in my knuckles, those flames... devoured me that rage that hate that anger so sweet relief, in the violence the forests decimated and the animals silent against my little campfire... so tiny, I wept, and my lungs breathed out... and in hope for us to share
But I had to make sure, I didn't kill those who loved me and the forest that we live together in... our world and mother nature was the thing that I had to protect... and treasure
Aimless wanderings, around the room Dazed and spaced out, from the classroom talk Pupils dart, from child to child searching the scene for something different: files of people, living. Organised in my mind, I observe the boldness of breathing; aimless wanderings.
Droning, on and on Words of her tongue, lips that move and slide up and down, facts and dates, times and years droning, on and on they keep on speaking with only their mouth
Restless fidgeting arms set aside and then moved over to the next table fingers that play with the pencil, thousands of doodles scritched scratched on my page a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a restless fidgeting, sketches across my work, ... disapproving faces that glower eyebrows raised Shame for laughing for playing for talking. a hush, in the grim silence. A hint of a giggle, Disapproving, disturbing
Carelessness and freedom Children, happy unfinished work set aside joy is first priority. Chaotic ramblings of glee the smirk, as you try your hardest as to not appear to be seen. Bow your head down, smuggle the freshness of smiles, avert your attention so as to avoid detection carelessness and freedom is what we will be and no laws or rules can restrain that youth. Robots are not the material of students
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