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I feel very strongly about equality and rights. I have strong faith, and i respect everyones opinions whether i feel the same or not. I enjoy knowing that others are happy. And i wish to help people throughout my life.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Cry (Cried)^1054

At times one feels so passed tears,
enveloped in pain.
Looking up and in hope believing that his ears are attentive to their cries,
wishing that wings were part of the human build.
Running away in remembrance of the day one was turned to by him,
along with whom ones cries were heard by he.
Yelling through thunderous sobs;
"Out of the depths I cry to you!"


So much forsight?
I don't think so,
here we are in the end,
yet so near what was the beginning.
Pouring out words so mindlessly,
I search for deeper meaning.
Searching through shadows with a flashlight.
Knowing the light I shed is forever killing all darkness.

Finding Myself

So there is life staring me in the face,
telling me all i need to know.
Not of living, or of pain.
Of sunshine, or of rain.
But of the journey one must take.
Not through age,
Not through love,
but of finding myself.
As if i've lost my name,
misplaced my sense of being.
The winds roll through me,
the buzzing of the bugs drum on.
I stand staring life in the face;
"find yourself,
through yourself you will find others.
'else pain will show you loneliness,
pain will prove you lost,
for only you,
the you that's true,
will be free of pain,
free of torture.
For now, you seek others.
For now you wait for yourself to pick up the phone;

"I'm here, come and find me."

No such thing will be.
No such pain will leave.
Too much seeking of relief,
you have lost yourself.
Buried you deep, deep inside.
Too busy wishing to be free.
To float with the wind like the seed of the dandelion.
To spread your wings and fly.
One may not fly, if one is not first Found.


Confused by the tears that will not fall,
kept prisoner by the flood within.
Chained by the idea of being stranded,
surrounded by everything you want,
lacking all that you need.
How could you possibly put this to words?
Cradled by those who stand def,
who stand blind.
Why must you go through such anguish?
Fighting a battle already lost.
Pushed to your breaking point.
Then pulled back below the surface.
Standing strong among others,
why of course,
the easiest pain starts with a lie.
To scream would be momentary satisfaction.
Too soon choked by the warden you know to be breathlessness.
Pushing through it all to seem just fine,
Grin and Bare it.
When the final straw is thrown upon your back,
seemingly strong to others,
You collapse.