Ill not be a damsel in distress,
For that is being weak.
Sure Im female, I wear a dress,
But I dont need your cheek.
I will not wait for a man,
For I havent time.
I will do whatever I can,
And not expect a dime.
Im in trouble, really deep,
No idea what to do.
My scars I will forever keep,
Remember; dont be see-through.
Being open got me here,
Being weak also helped.
Also there was the fear,
And the fact I yelped.
They took me prisoner and I crumbled,
I was waiting for a knight-in-shining-armor.
Then my weakened core fumbled,
I would deliver these men their bad karma.
I escaped with no ma
You speak with words I do not know,
Just to prove Im dumb and slow.
But just because I cannot understand you,
Doesnt mean my brain has died on cue.
It simply means you are not like me,
For the young ones love is what I see.
You look for evil behind every face,
Treat your life like an important race.
But watch that you dont smash your time,
For you will be hells one sublime.
I believe you will not rise above the mark,
For you are living in the dark.
You saw the truth and ran away,
Cause you didnt have a nasty word to say.
To have friends you must be kind,
Or else enemies are all youll fi
I smell the lies on your breath,
They will lead to your death.
I told the truth through the fake,
No idea what they will take.
I heard the song from my chair,
Felt my back prickle with hair.
I see the smog of the lives,
Below reality everyone dives.
We try to run from the world,
But into war we are hurled.
We cannot outrun the violence of our past,
For after ourselves it was cast.
It is made in our image to kill us all,
For we are expected to fall.
The lies keep falling from your lips,
No matter for the wise tips.
The truth can hurt you more than stones,
But it will not break your bones.
Lies can hurt but so can truth,
Keep
I sit here on the floor,
Bleeding on my own.
Then someone opens up the door,
And an angel I am shown.
He bends down,
And picks me up.
Forms a frown,
And stitches it up.
No I am not dead,
For he saved my life.
For he does dread,
The loss of his wife.
I am living with a man of wings,
For he chose me over heaven.
He does not like it when I feel stings,
Or when I call him Evan.
He has his wings,
And his halo.
He brings things,
Above their low.
He shines a light,
Into the world.
All is bright,
When he is unfurled.
He likes to sing,
The songs he knows.
He loves his King,
To him he bows.
But my angel chose to stay,
With
The soul sings of sadness, holding our guilt,
But really by our soul our sins were built.
We can control what makes our guilt emerge,
If we understand our soul is restricted by societys urge.
As a person we chose to do what we needed,
Our guilt only came when society we heeded.
In our minds we may not feel remorse,
For we took the necessary course.
Only when we look to the people beside,
Do we, into the pit of guilt, begin to slide.
Think forward or back a thousand year,
And see if you cant find of guilt the true idea.
To kill a man who first attacked you,
Is not something you shouldnt do.
This is a world of ha
He's wild,
You're just a child.
He can groove,
You only move.
He doesn't worry,
For your family you're sorry.
He hurts no one,
You hurt everyone.
He can't see around the bend,
You can't see your future but it you defend.
He feels insignificant,
You are defiant.
He sees you for your soul,
You see him for his trouble.
He draws you in to him,
You draw him in on a whim.
It means more to the two of you,
When forced apart you don't know what to do.
You stood up for him,
He saw you go out on that limb.
He sees you for your courageousness,
You see him for his mess.
He'll never be seen as the same,
You'll never be seen as lame.
War Is A Human Thing by innocent-junkie, literature
Literature
War Is A Human Thing
Soldiers duck a flying mortar,
And watch as their friends are killed.
All they've to drink is bloody water,
While they watch boys die as others had willed.
Their fathers had told them,
To steer clear of this war.
But they'd wanted to help England's problem,
They'd wanted excitement, honor, victory…they'd wanted more.
Mothers are crying,
Fathers are back.
Sons are dying,
Sisters are in black.
Where they'd had a son,
They've now a flag.
The evil is done,
Now there's surrender; a solid binding tag.
I stand here in a sea of faces,
Watching for the different races.
That girl laughs and that girl cries,
This girl counts down the days till she dies.
We're all so different it makes us the same,
Those once wild are now unhappily tame.
This group here, that group there,
One couple there, come one quick, one more pair.
She laughs with her and them and him,
While another's life grows quickly dim.
If you don't laugh with them you are strange,
But they still won't accept you if or when you change.
So you stay as you and try to keep unseen,
You wonder if depression could be carried by genes.
Finally they see and then they tease,
Then
The sadness tightens and burns the throat,
While in the eyes the tears do float.
The cheeks are scarlet and oh so hot,
The eyes are sore and completely bloodshot.
The tears keep falling down the cheeks,
No one knows what the salt water seeks.
The lips give a tremble when theyre damp,
The tears roll quicker when the eyelids clamp.
The pain in the chest can get worse,
Even after come and gone has the hearse.
You see something strange, was it their spirit,
The memorized last word plays in your mind, did you hear it?
Why must that painful day stay so clear in your mind?
Now you think God isnt so kind.
Is this true or ar
I'm failing,
I feel my heart breaking.
My leg's a mess,
Because of the stress,
That simple disappointed stare,
Sends, to my gut, of pain a flair.
They raise the stakes,
No idea what, from my happiness, it takes.
The only, that I seem to have, of recommendations,
Are when I rise above their expectations.
My heart and mind have a constant fear,
Of that same disappointed sneer.
My problems they can't hear or see,
Their belief that I'm perfect is killing me.
None of their goals I can attain,
This puts on my shoulders and mind an unbearable strain.
There is no one for me to turn to,
So crying is the only thing for comfort I can do
Anger + Sadness, Hand in Hand by innocent-junkie, literature
Literature
Anger + Sadness, Hand in Hand
My anger is like an atomic bomb,
I've no idea where it came from.
I see her and my control breaks,
The anger makes my body shake.
Why must I hate her,
Why is she such a traitor?
Can't I just leave it all,
To someone strong and tall?
I can't cope with it anymore,
I've been wounded by an evil claw.
The sadness and the anger,
Make sure I'm in no danger.
They stay close so I cannot banish either one,
Without harming my own bones.
Why should I hold them in check,
Just as long as they stay away from my neck?
I'll leave them to their own devices,
Killing all my happy vices.
They can do as they please inside my mind,
Just as long a
I sit here, away from them, on my own,
Deep down I feel really alone.
They don't know what I feel,
Or that my heart is actually real.
They seem to think that I am cold,
That, if I had the chance, away from them I would fold.
I know for sure they think I'm smarter,
That assumption just makes my life harder.
Me against them I am strange,
But for no one would I ever change.
To go against my image would to be to say them I like,
But to do that I would hurt myself far more than one strike.
Their freedoms I will always admire,
Their happiness, for my heart, I will always desire.
One day I will step out,
Step out and my emotions I wil
Mother Nature + The Children by innocent-junkie, literature
Literature
Mother Nature + The Children
The clouds are sad and start to cry,
The land is glad and is no longer dry.
The thunder claps and yells its rage,
The lightning snaps and tells its age.
The wind screams and has its say,
The animal dreams, and sings, and plays.
The children are sad and start to cry,
The children are glad and no longer dry.
The children clap and yell their rage,
The children snap and tell their age.
The children scream and have their say,
The children dream, and sing, and play.
The clouds are sad,
The land is glad.
The thunder claps,
The lightning snaps.
The wind screams,
The animal dreams.
The children are sad,
The children are glad.
Th
You've got the power,
You've got the magic manipulation flower.
I stand back,
And leave you to your wild attack.
They watch you scream,
As you see your dream.
Hush your mind,
So that what you want you can find.
You step out of the dark,
And finally make your mark.
We run from your powerful presence,
Making to you far from any reverence.
Sit here on my own, I'm praying,
My friends wonder what I'm saying.
"Father, please forgive me,
Let me loose of my sins and make me free.
Please, guide me through my life,
Steer me away from strife.
I want to shine for you Lord,
I'll give everything I can afford.
I came to you some time ago,
I hadn't realized I was so low.
You picked me up and showed me care,
You showed me Christianity can have flair.
Father, I give you my soul and everything I cannot see,
Please, Lord, with you is where I need to be."
They Tried To Welcome Me by innocent-junkie, literature
Literature
They Tried To Welcome Me
I sit outside of their group,
Watching them and thinking.
Why am I out of the loop?
Why, between us, is there no linking?
I'm outside, on my own.
When they try to draw me in,
I turn away and run.
But they persist and try again,
They don't see I dread their fun.
I'm outside, on my own.
Finally, I get away,
Lost them for good this time.
Then they catch up and try to make me say,
I want to join in on their laughing chimes.
I'm outside, on my own.
I refuse to say those words, to speak,
They hold me prisoner and torture me.
One day away from them I'll sneak,
I'll be so quick they won't even see.
I'm outside, on my own.
Now I be
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