We only had a moment, but a moments all we need
Now we are riddled with sickness and disease,
We poisoned each other with hurtful words,
Or the apparent lack of any words at all,
And here we go descending,
down, down, down.
The fable will always end the same, and have the same moral,
It'll preach its message plainly, but never quite the same,
Small differences in who and what are non-constant,
But eventually you'll see the light,
In another persons,
Thoughts.
Brisk is the walk of the ashamed, and the accused as well,
They both try to run, and try to hide in vain,
Even if they think they did it triumphantly,
They are only lying to themselves,
And everyone else,
Around.
Do not think my words to fickle, do not think them crass,
They are just words after all, verbal sticks and stones,
And the names will always hurt you,
Maybe not now, but once true,
They will bring you,
down, down, down.
They say that patience is a virtue, so its clear they never knew you,
Never walked a hundred miles in your shoes in the mud and rain,
Never faced the adversities you have faced, with grace, and pain,
Didn't have to take a breath, just to take a step forward,
Will never know the satisfaction of yelling out,
And breaking down the doors of frustration,
To see into the void like no one else can,
And with a final thought on your mind,
You'll bottle it up, because you know,
That to unleash it now, well,
That would be a waste,
All the years waiting,
Patiently of course,
A waste for her,
because of,
her angry,
soul.
So!
They screamed,
All of them one by one,
What's the story of the day,
And I tried in vain to explain,
But still they waited to hear it all,
Through the rain, and sleet and now,
No one was going to destroy this almighty show,
And when the words never came, I threw down my book,
And told them all to take a hike, I was never doing this for them.
So please,
Gently remove it,
You know what I mean,
The thing that's got your panties,
Your panties in a twist,
And think a moment,
Because soon,
It'll be done,
All over,
Gone.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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- Paradise Misplaced.
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