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The IncidentThe IncidentThe Incident by ~Basscelloman
A time of distrust, and of hurt
Of shame and guilt
Worried people turned to clams, shut faster than the speed of light
To close the wounds of the knifes being welded
The knife of jealous, the knife of anxiety, and the knife of guilt
The knife of betrayal...
The Knife of Distrust
The knife of confusion.
The wounds long and deep, bleeding out the sorrow and pain
Refusing to heal
With the salt of tears flowing in
Reminiscing the pain felt upon troubled hearts.
With the scabs and scars serving as constant reminders of the wounds inflicted.
Protecting the heart but refusing any help to avoid the pain again.
Just wishing it w
PoisonPoisonPoison by ~Basscelloman
Eating away at the substance of my existence
Owned by a stranger who doesn't know who I am
Undermining the platform I've been standing on
Till I'm hanging on the edge, with no way out
I cry for help, but the poison eats my words
Turning them into excuses that further deteriorate my sanity
As the strange poison keeps eating, always voracious
I've been infected and it's tearing me apart.
As it blinds with eyes wide open
The distorted image appears
Of the injector of the poison
And a single gasp is heard
The face is recognizable, but unsettling.
The person who swore never to hurt
Caught red handed with the needle
Breaks the spirit an
A Rogue in the RainWith my head bowed like I'm praying,A Rogue in the Rain by ~StarlightShoals
With my heart stopped like I'm dying,
The time and tears are torn away
Until neither wears me down.
With my childhood stolen,
With my innocent brain
Played with and prodded,
I run away from home.
I strike out, stars above,
Making my way alone.
I pass a field of flowers
That wilt with every step.
A rogue in the rain
Is what I'm becoming.
No home, no prospects,
No shelter in sight.
Mired in misery,
Stalled on the shore.
A wall of winter waves
Keeps me from the spring.
But why let weather
Determine my fate?
I must face the storm,
And storm the gates.
I will try to amend
The sparks that burn blue.
FreeFreeFree by ~Basscelloman
What qualifies a man for freedom?
Is it his own will, to which he slaves away?
Is it a piece of paper, prized yet controlling?
Or perhaps the education on which they have studied?
For free will is a basis for for running free
Yet if a being does not think for themselves
What good does it do?
To be able to free think, without knowing how to do so.
Then what of a piece of paper, so rightfully won?
States you are free, but with exceptions.
For society requires us to have freedom,
But it is never complete freedom.
Then what of years of schooling and experience?
Learning how to think a certain way in order to be marketable.
Learning how t
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