HALLELUJAH
On February 23, 2012
by PAULA
It starts with goodbye
As the times grow old
My memories fold
There’s nothing left in this world
I’m closing another door
Open a window
Feel the breeze
It’s the wind beneath my wings
That lowers this degree
I cling to this melody you sing
Appear before me in my dreams
And bring me back to reality
The struggle of the race is staring me down
Back up in the place you felt you were crowned
I should have never walked away
I should have followed day by day
I should have known the desperate lies
I should have quieted the tries
I should not have faltered in my love
The chorus of heavenly angels above
It’s an unrequited harmony they sing
I should have known
I should have seen
I should have dusted off the keys
To play the symphony you bring
I should have never walked away
Who knows where we’d be today
Who knows
This sacrifice may be found
Or this blessing be shattered
In the end
Who’s to say it even matters
This residing hold where my heart was once at
Has me begging for mercy
And still
After that
I look around into a crowd of hungry eyes
And I see only yours
Where am I to stay if my feelings are torn
I can’t breathe without you here next to me
I can’t be
Without you breathing into me
This emptiness has me starved for release
Come back to me
And
Take me away
This is no place for me to live
I’m just a kid without a familiar face
Trampled
In the race against time
Caught between the lies
Abolished in the crimes
I’m just a child in a house
For this house is not a home
It’s not where I belong
Where the fear and hate are strong
I search for something more
Something
Trapped behind the door
Something
Hidden in the mind
An escape route with no time
A purpose under flesh
I’ve never known the best
Never put it to the test
Never had a life to rest
It’s solid in my chest
A frozen heart
Full of regrets
Unspoken words under my tongue
Unfinished business has begun
And the lies are told
The stories unfold
The damage cannot be undone
Where am I to run when there’s nowhere left to go
I hear the flow
I’m begging to show the world what I have to offer
But
I have to get away from here
And
After all these years
The place that I hold near and dear to my heart
Where I’ve flourished from the start
Well
I hate to see it go
It’s all that I’ve known
But my final battle has been won
My past, I’ve left behind
My journey’s just begun.
Tagged with: paula
RHETORICAL STATEMENT
On February 23, 2012
by BRANDON B
i steal away from my mind
i think i think too much all the time
trying to escape myself that’s why i’m
writing this hoping to find me some clarity
do i really know myself or i’m just being what is embedded in me?
girl, they say we found dove in a soapless place
don’t hide yo smile girl flaunt our love baby no disgrace
come on, smile more you got a gorgeous face
i can stare into your eyes for hours, my saving grace
arms wide open only for you to embrace
forever my love
no one above
always thinking of you
no one can ever 1-up you
us together somewhat like Adjacent
my love for you?
not a question,
it’s a rhetorical statement.
Tagged with: brandon b
REBORN NATURE
On February 23, 2012
by KYLA
The dead sparrow in its gray topcoat of feathers, lies on the light gray, cemented road. The song from its beak silenced. Its shiny, silky wings unstretched. Its wide-open eyes staring without seeing the sky above. Its soul seeking the white, fluffy clouds and golden gates; leading to a castle made of dazzling sunflowers.
What saint or angel carries the small sparrow’s soul? Most of all, what burdens its heart of crystal gold? The weight of the heart clings to the concrete, while the soul so lite floats away; seeking a destination where death is a beginning.
In eternal paradise, the once dead sparrow flies freely; like a dove, here for peace and love. We once sang, “His eye is on the sparrow, so I know he watches me.” Through the sparrow’s light blue eyes, he searches for his lost heavenly halo.
His spirit wings fly above the cotton candy clouds, the promise of the halo in a distant glow.
The heavenly sparrow soars wide and long, searching for his lost song. Inside the glow an angel speaks, “Head back to the living you have more songs to tweet.” The risen sparrow, now a golden dove; sings sweet music from above.
White wings skim green trees, the reincarnated bird rides the breeze. Its beauty strikes the dark world causing the golden sun to shine, and he sees another dove on the horizon line. His lost song is found in his new true love. Wing to wing fly the two love doves. In their new fond love they find the once lost halo. In their newfound love they find the meaning of rebirth.
Baptized in the love song they both sing, their heavenly rebirth lights the world. We should learn from the dove the true meaning of love. That is why doves represent peace, so that all terrible violence will cease; and that’s why love is peaceful and sweet, love conquers anger in one heartbeat.
Through their heartbeats and their true love, they sing their enchanted melody from above. And that’s the meaning of the dove, for one’s power and another’s True Love.
Tagged with: kyla
HOW TO MEND A BROKEN HEART
On February 22, 2012
by KIYLA
In my eyes I say all is fair in love and war.
So you mend it by getting revenge.
Revenge is a dish best served cold especially
When you are a feline living in a canine’s territory.
This feline is cute and soft but her heart
Is filled with stone. Letting her guard
Down once but never again.
My friends: mostly canines
Had to step on their tails and flick their noses
As they cried and yelped in my ears for my forgiveness
No longer wanting my friendship.
No need for asking for friendship.
To think my best friend is now my enemy.
Revenge is my best friend. But they were diamonds.
Fake Diamonds and I didn’t notice I was wearing them.
Flashing them to the crowd.
Tagged with: kiyla
VISITING DEATH
On February 22, 2012
by SHAWN
In The Dead Courtyard
The Cracked Bird Bath
Is Filled With Dirty Water
I Walk To One Corner
Looked Down To The Ground,
See A Rock
With The Letter “S” In Peeling Blue Paint
The Ghost From The Tree,
Flipping My Pages From Side To Side.
The Pages Repeat What My Grandma Always Said.
Shawn’s A Good Boy
He’s As Sweet As Candy
Tagged with: shawn
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