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ChangeWho I was yesterday
I am no longer now
For I have changed today
So merrily and gay
I walked along the bough
Through the darling buds of May
Until I went astray
I walked and walked and now
I've somehow lost my way
My mind has gone array
From this place somehow
To my own dismay
To my heart I must betray
And to my heart no longer allow
Time for child's play
I will not let fear cross my way
And I know exactly how
I will stand tall, declare and say
That I have changed today
Curiosity"Curiosity killed the cat" she thought,
Whilst the rabbit she sought.
"Curiosity killed the cat" she said,
"And now I'll end up dead!"
"Curiosity killed the cat" she spoke,
Whilst she peered behind the oak.
"Curiosity killed the cat!" she screamed,
Though it wasn't as it seemed.
"The cats not dead!" she cried aloud,
And did it look ever proud.
It smiled and gleamed
Its teeth they beamed!
Curiosity did not kill cat she could see,
"So it certainly won't kill me!"
DreamersTo be a dreamer of dreams
Would bring the soul to rest
But nothing is as it seems
Now try to pass the test
The test to find reality
And in this test you'll come to find
What is my morality?
What is body? What is mind?
To dream of sun and moon
And pass this test you can
But perhaps not as soon
When you dream of Wonderland
And to this test be true
When you dream as dreamers do
RealityThe world, it turns, based on dreams
Yet it is never as it seems
Children grow in Wonderland
Yet the world has left it damned
Where children grow and dream and see
Is not our true reality
HomeOne day she hopes her home to find,
A place her heart will now be bind.
A place that's hidden far away
And has yet to see a rainy day.
A land of beauty long divined,
One day she hopes her home to find;
All filled with creatures big and small
Oh how she wishes to see it all!
But every twist and turn
Can make ones heart begin to yearn.
One day she hopes her home to find,
One day soon it will be defined.
She'll begin to see inside her heart
What was there from the start
Wonderland she'll leave behind.
One day she hopes her home to find.
FearI will not fear the things I see
or cower there behind that tree.
I will not cry or scream or flee
like a child from a bee.
I will not be afraid to be
that I can be.
It is my destiny
to show my true identity,
and let myself be free
from the fears I see.
BalanceIn one way you'll go small
The other you will grow
I will not say what way at all
Or stay around to show
You must learn that when you fall
There is only one way you must go
You must balance out the life you choose
And balance what you win and lose.
Death Of AuthorityWhere once I reigned, I now fall
For everyone to see it all
Once risen high, strong and proud
Now snatched away by the crowd
No longer to rule.
Down The Rabbit HoleStrange things are found
When one has a goal
Alice tumbled through the ground
Down that rabbit hole
Down down down she fell
In a swirling tumbling roll
Though she did not scream nor shout nor yell
Down that rabbit hole
Oh her stories would be grand
And she would tell every soul
Of her adventures in Wonderland
Down that rabbit hole
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
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