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Staring at the black backs of your eyelids
Hoping nobody has noticed
You’re one of the dead
Going through the motions of living
Hanging your head
Waiting to reach your haven
Because you know the only home
You’ve ever known
Has rejected you
Slouching shoulders and hanging hair
Hide your expressions from the rest of the world
You’re too scared to share
And be rejected once again
Because you’re waiting to find your heart
That’s hidden in your haven
But the search is lasting years
And you’re losing your patience
Rolling your eyes beneath your eyelids
Loosening clenched muscles
Endeavoring to relax and join
The rest of humanity in going through the motions
Knowing you can never give up your search
For a home that won’t reject you
Knowing that someday you will
Knowing you’ll make yourself keep on looking
For that one place, just one
That you can call home.
Prayers don’t count for much
But they just might help you find your heart again.
Hoping nobody has noticed
You’re one of the dead
Going through the motions of living
Hanging your head
Waiting to reach your haven
Because you know the only home
You’ve ever known
Has rejected you
Slouching shoulders and hanging hair
Hide your expressions from the rest of the world
You’re too scared to share
And be rejected once again
Because you’re waiting to find your heart
That’s hidden in your haven
But the search is lasting years
And you’re losing your patience
Rolling your eyes beneath your eyelids
Loosening clenched muscles
Endeavoring to relax and join
The rest of humanity in going through the motions
Knowing you can never give up your search
For a home that won’t reject you
Knowing that someday you will
Knowing you’ll make yourself keep on looking
For that one place, just one
That you can call home.
Prayers don’t count for much
But they just might help you find your heart again.
Literature
The Movement
We are the stardust
Of the broken
And the damned
We are the followers
Of angels
And of sinners
We walk alone
In fields of gold
And fields of green
We are the dreams
Of all the dreamless children
But, they say
I am different
And they say
We are not the same
Look up
Watch the sky
And listen
To all the cries
Of the alone
Who shriek in vain
We are part
Of a movement
Changing the world
In a matter of words
We walk alone
In step with others
Our brothers and sisters
Though we do not know
Today
We link arms
Away, away, away
We go
Illuminating the night
With the daylight
In our souls
Today
We form reality
Today
We form the world
In a matte
Literature
Brief Considerations
I have briefly considered burning.
Though always smouldering,
there was never quite a flame,
so to speak.
I have always been more
like a dim light,
glaring from a distance.
After lengthy consideration,
it has been decided that the
acrid stench would do me
no favours.
I have grown to accept
that I am no star,
no source of light
for the malcontent.
I am just one small light,
flickering, wavering,
barely existing;
Yet I carry on
and that is good enough
for now.
Literature
Millions
How do you tell the story of how a million people felt?
It's like trying to put words on infinity. The telling never ends; once you've caught a thread, you find that it is inextricably bound to countless others, an incomprehensible chain of emotion, a tangled spider web, shuddering with our nympholepsy. Even pictures only tell a thousand words, and a thousand pictures could never hope to come close to the words we lacked. The media's well of words ran dry – how could you say it? Activists grew docile and listless – what was there to say?
Our misery was collective, but as a collective we were splintered irreconcilably, individ
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I found it in my word documents, written I don't know how long ago.
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pupils dialating and unable to focus
realizing everyone hasn't noticed
i'm still alive
lying motionless as if i am dead
lifting my head up
just to remind myself i am not where i belong
not that i ever knew where i belong
though i knew once
what it felt to be accepted
skin tightens and hair standing straight up
the blatand look of rage in the mirror
the rage bleeding into my everyday life
and i am caring less and less
not caring if it matters to anyone else
i've known that my mind is lost
i saw somewhere i belong
just for a single moment
and i just keep going through the motions
staring straight forward
nails digging into my tightened fists
so tense and rigid
i am the one stuck in this never ending moment
lost my way long ago
and accepted it for far too long
i don't know what tomorrow will bring
i don't even want to see anymore
i'm just walking somewhere, anywhere
but it will never be where i belong.
i've been damned too many times to keep track of
and i don't see a reason to begin looking for my mind.
realizing everyone hasn't noticed
i'm still alive
lying motionless as if i am dead
lifting my head up
just to remind myself i am not where i belong
not that i ever knew where i belong
though i knew once
what it felt to be accepted
skin tightens and hair standing straight up
the blatand look of rage in the mirror
the rage bleeding into my everyday life
and i am caring less and less
not caring if it matters to anyone else
i've known that my mind is lost
i saw somewhere i belong
just for a single moment
and i just keep going through the motions
staring straight forward
nails digging into my tightened fists
so tense and rigid
i am the one stuck in this never ending moment
lost my way long ago
and accepted it for far too long
i don't know what tomorrow will bring
i don't even want to see anymore
i'm just walking somewhere, anywhere
but it will never be where i belong.
i've been damned too many times to keep track of
and i don't see a reason to begin looking for my mind.