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As I walk into this room, so shall I leave. No head turn to see my entrance, No friendly calls, no smiles. Taking a few delicate steps, And moving along the walls. I saw people on the floor, and They pulled me down with them. Tainting my chastity with sex Appeal and lust flourishing around me. My disgust with this scene wasn't shown, But later I did shake with repulsion. These crawlers used me up With no other purpose than to drain my heart. No other hurt could have been greater. Someone saved me after for too long. I was brought back up, But far too ashamed of my impurity And no one offered kindness, So mov

now she's crawling now she's down now she's falling striped of her crown. eating her pride eating the dirt hardened and dried drowning in hurt. no one cares and no one cries silently tears alone she dies.

To feel now is to hurt. To stay cold is to be cruel. It's my pain, or selfishness. And both will result in pain. I'll risk being compassionate. The guilt of being closed off is unbearable. I don't like staying shelled. It's not fun. Pain hurts. That's why it's pain. I will always live with it. No one can escape its long sticky fingers. Even though everyone wants to. It will pull you down. It will pull life from your heart, for it has none. You will writhe and scream in terror and not have the power to stop it. Watch as your state deteriorates, as your friends go on, but you fall hard. They'll laugh at you too, but only t

Your beauty shone and has blinded me. I am satisfied with what I've seen. To die after hearing you voice but once, Would be to die happily and at peace. If I never were able to touch after Only brushing your hand, it'd be okay. I desire only to drink of your lips but one time, And my thirst would be quenched. Come close so that I might breathe the delicate air that carries your scent. But alas, I know not your name, so I can't call it for your lyrical response. I know not your face, so that I might gaze upon its beauty hour after hour. I am unable to experience the softness of your skin and the lines about your hands. I have n

all this nothingness is suffocating me like a mother's protective arms unable to escape as the grip tightens crying and slashing at my opresser's strength i desire fresh air away from these doldrums to soar above these cruel sights and sounds my mind in delirium dreaming of far away places and the metals bars are pressing against my back when reality comes screaming back into my head and i slump down on the gray floor see the walls closing in for i cannot leave.

Starting up in the frigid, misty clouds, the ice vapor deliquesces as it descends back to earth. In the streets, and on the housetops, the rain patters, and lulls people to sleep with its steady rhythm. As I sit outside, the sky starts to rain with more fury and drenches me, cleaning and purifying. I like to have the rain wash my face, rather than my tears; the rain has come to rinse the despondency away. But the relentless battering of the rain doesn't always help. I now find myself crying again, and the rain mixing with tears. People can be so callous, creating mayhem in my mind. You're the only consistently charitable, compassionat

Waltzing through a sunlit forest I came upon truth; It was resting its golden wings on a large warm rock. I marvelled at its wonder, and its tiny size for such strength. Beauty streamed through the trees to protect it. I slowly walked up behind it, hoping to get a better look, When it was startled by me, and flew away Like a butterfly suprised by the wind. I watched it fly into the blue misty morning, And knew I would not happen upon it again.

Even from the beginning of the world It had to be you And I could tell that you knew, Deep down inside. I'd unearthed the apparent emotion Weren't we happy? But I crept back into the dark ground Ashamed, to cry.

The last twinkling stars vanish slowly as the blazing orange sphere begins its journey across the misty blue sky with renewed vigor. The frosty earth thawing and intense color infuses into crisp new plants sweet smelling flowers, dazzling faces glow with joy. Wonder-filled spring has swept the morning sky, mother nature shall be born again this fragrant dawn, life in crawling creatures, warmth penetrating every dark crevice; all reaching for the sun.

Close to the one I loved she held him as tightly as possible, as though the two would mesh, becoming one beautiful creature. Eyes closed, vainly she refused to believe that she was alone in this world. When they parted, when they were together, she felt singular, unable to express the unbounded emotions trapped within.