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Wooden Curves, Fragile strings, And the finest of details. One of mankind's greatest creations. It has birthed masterpieces. Nothing's sweeter to the ears than that of the violen's luxurious voice. If you listen carefully, You'll hear them crying. Pouring and sobbing the sorrowful notes onto the polished hardwood floors. Throwing the musical wails into the air, Only to have their pain floating to the heavens. Their mortal ears greedily eating the music, Taking for granted their pain. Sitting in their fancy suits and gowns. All wearing the same unemotional face. They're only here to be able to say that they "were" here. And wit

Refuse to play those playground games. Go picking weeds on the outskirts of the school's grounds. Stumble across a outcast or two and make a life long friend. Never too late to sing a hymn. Hopscotch is off limits. Drunkily try to snatch a few crickets. Ignore those snickers and midnight quivers,in all due time. I know you hear what the others say. You'll soon discover that grown-ups think they know everything! They wallow in igonorant bliss, my dear. But you thrive in sunshine and bring harmony! So,show them no fear-drop not one tear! The sun will skip across the horizon. The blades of grass cut inbetween the toes. Sunday dress

This enigma has become an annoyance. That movement was intense. It's a shame we're artificial. Scorn and parched as we are, Anyone could be a diamond in the rough. Pretending love and faith for fear of punishment. Incinerating the insincere with facts of fiction. It's all too much to comprehend in one sitting. For today, There are no more borders. Only conclusions. Both get jumped daily. I've learned my lesson. I've missed the plane, But I won't miss the roses anymore. Can I learn to dream as I once did? Far beyond that veil of purple haze, And only on those cloudy days. Blank security,engulfs me and blocks the logical think

I am naive, I am young. Has this song yet to be sung? We're not going to make it. Is my age an excuse? I take another hit. Now an empty shell. Not many secrets left to tell. Deprived of so many things not listed. Iron fists and black eyes. Are you to blame? I take another hit. You're all harmless now. I see their voices, greasy and thin. Pink elephants blow their trumpets as I transcend. Deeper into the tiles I sink. The crumbling ceiling embraces birthday balloons. A neon glow, Frightening as it may be. Sparkling eyes and tippey toes, The pink idiots are in an ignorant bliss. Interruptsthe elephants' frolicking. The bal

Hurry! Make haste! We'll toss roses at their feet, Reach a hand out for me, dear. Shall we jump headfirst for the broken skies? And escape Hell that's all too close to home? Hold your breathe now, please don't give us away. We'll go out like angels. Foreseen as ghosts! Keep close love, and hum to your heartbeat's hollow tune. So I'll know when to let go. Vultures have not forgotten us, they won't leave us behind. Unlike those whose faces are burned in our eyes. Oh dear, it's so quiet. Truly a silent night! I shed a few solemn tears. I hear no more humming. Slowly loosening my grip on your cold hand. Forgive me, dear. I must r

Thunder sounds like bells in the distance. Lightning streaks the sky's blanket of clouds. Rain falls upon your shoulders with little conscience. The Night's air flows through your skin like water. Moon Light singles you out among the trees. Like caught in the eye of a dreadful storm. Silence is the foretell of an unnatural force. Every molecule changes within you. Fierce pain stabs at every pore! Agony catches hold of you before you fall to your knees. Agony ceases all thoughts and shields you from all others' actions. You wish Agony would leave you alone. Soon darkness swallows you whole. Trapped in a cave of your own filth, An

"This is for the best. I must remember this." is what's going through her mind. She can feel the flies thriving within her stomach. "Heaven has smiled down upon me. I must remember this." is what's going through his mind. He's absolutely stunned by her glowing smile. Sunlight filters into the Reception room through glass-paned windows. The scent of flowers and perfume fills our lungs. What a lovely dress she is wearing! Oh, How my little baby has grown! Compliments eventually trickle down to silence. The Cathedral steps' littered with the flower girl's remains. The cake tastes so much sweeter with loved one's tears. Handkerchiefs c

Watch those sleeves Boy, There are many tricks. Those aren't train tracks that you see. The view isn't pretty, Just look through the cracks. What will you wear on Judgment day? Line up against the wall. I'm glad you came, to see we're all the same. That bloody nose isn't from a bully. We all seek a distraction, and you can get one. Got a twenty? Don't worry my Boy! We'll fit you into a stereotype, you'll see! And you'll be treated to accordingly. We're all the future society. All trapped in a shell, most soon to be in a cell. Pampered till we're thirty, we are "the end".

Long hair to hide her face, She feels awkward in any place. Wearing baggy clothes the avoid the peering eyes. Always sitting in the back corner, Away from all the pretty people. Short hair to proudly display her face, She feels welcomed in any place. Wearing tight clothes to attract the boy's eyes. Always sitting in the middle of the room, Away from all the ugly people. One day, in amidst a lover's quarrel, Luck was unmerciful to her. All of her confidence was slowly drained from her. All beauty was lost. Today, She avoids the spotlight. She really had no friends after all. No one could stand to look at those awful scars... L