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Dear daddy, you're old. But there's nothing to fear. While this page will fold, The new chapters are clear. There's more that awaits still. Some pleasant, some bland. You're yet to get  life's fill. You've not traveled all land. There's still a few places left, Few things yet to do. You've got till the icebergs melt, And then we're all doomed. But travel the world or not, You're ought to know truth. You're stuck with us lot, We're after your youth. You've still got to love us, And care for us too. You've done it before. Plus, If you're lucky we'll love you too.

Sleep is not something I get much of anymore… I try so hard. I try to be better, try to be honest with people and most importantly with myself. And it’s not working. They keep making it look like it just takes this one change and then everything starts to make sense. But I’ve never felt so lost. I've admitted everything there was to admit. I've voiced my feelings. More than once. Yet nothing seems to change. Except for the fact that I am now aware. Aware that something was wrong and that it is still wrong even though I was honest. So what do I do now? There was no instruction. No stuck together pages I can blame it on. No

I am a veteran of war called Life My scars are ribbons. My tears are medals. I got them for those I didn’t kill, But had to watch bleed out in front of me And couldn’t help or save. My words are bullets. My mouth’s a rifle. My tongue’s a bayonet and I have stricken many. Those who keep the barricade, do they Regret as much as I do? Can they fix up the broken bridges Burned with missiles of their war? I can’t. I’ve tried.

First I am washed. Stripped from my cautiousness. Cleaned of all my prejudice. Skinned. The gently sharpened blade makes a rehearsed cut, And down come all my walls like a glass tower, Made in the furnace of broken trust and bloody heartache. And here I am. Back on your butcher’s counter, Alive but motionless. My face turned to you in hope. You point to the next breathing part of me You want ripped, chopped and served to you for a price You will never have to know or pay. He caresses my face with his steely touch. You smile. The blood comes running  from my neck to navel Until it hits the floor, each drop echoing over your whisp

Lines, lines, lines, lines. Children on parade. Lines, lines, lines, lines. March on and obey. Lines, lines, lines, lines. Cross them once and you will suffer. Lines, lines, lines, lines. Cross again, they'll play rougher. Lives, lives, lives, lives. Ruled by everyone but you. Lives, lives, lives, lives. Learn, act, lie and wear a suit. Lives, lives, lives, lives. There's a plan you must fulfil. Lives, lives, lives, lives. Being grey should be your skill. Lies, lies, lies, lies. Watch TV and read the news. Lies, lies, lies, lies. Who shot who and who will sue. Lies, lies, lies, lies. Censors selling products at the store.

We change depending on the people who are with us.   I know I do. Like for example, you wont be you around your parents.   You would be different to what you are with friends.   The you that swears with classmate’s, is not the you to hold your mother’s hand.   The you who yells at someone is not the you who makes amends.   And those two yous are not the ones to kiss a child on the head. We are different in all varied situations. The you to down a vodka is not the you to read a book. The you that sings a gospel is no the you to crash a gig. You at the gym is not the one who ate those bloody fries.   The you who tries so hard to

You know what hurts? The fact that I could have had you.   Three years ago, when we first met, If only I was brave enough to tell you.   I mean of course I should have known. One does not get over it that swiftly. And I?  I was OK with everything.   I saw myself completely new – I was complete.   It felt so right, like nothing changed at all. I hesitated. I thought I was messed up. Like someone switched the wires up and now Im broken? But when he told me, he whom I have known   Since I could fit in just one person’s arms. Who lulled me off to sleep when parents couldn’t,   I felt that nothing was unholy in him. Lik

- I'm... I’m just confused! - What do you mean you are confused? - Don't you get it? It’s not right…I can’t do this. - Not right… Heart gave out a soft but a short laugh. One with a note of ridicule but also one filled with concern. The same type a mother gives a child unable to apprehend the simplest things in the world around him. - You laugh?! How can you laugh when I hurt so bad. The girls eyes filled up with water. Her previously vigorously pacing body fell to meet the bed that has not been made in months…Ever since she saw her for the first time. - This can’t be happening to me… - W

A tree once saved my life. I was a happy kid while growing up. Knowing the world around me was but a game. Working the same way a round of tag does I could call out 'quit', When I no longer want to play and start, When it gets fun again. But when the ball games turned to smoking, Drugs and alcohol for the kids I called my friends. Then hide and seek with the world became 'hide the splif" 'I do not smoke weed. I have never gotten high, what are you saying?" When the love your parents gave you was measured no more in hugs, But how okay they would be with skipping school for a hangover. I figured out that life doesn't come with the button '