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The Sea

You cannot tame the sea,
So why try to tame me?
Forever a child,
My life cannot be predictable or mild.
Do not put the bird in the cage,
It only causes resentment and rage.
Beauty is in this storm,
It whistles and howls always changing form.
Loving her can be like a war,
But no truer love was ever saw.
I love you as you are,
Was only ever whispered from afar.
Up close you see me as strange,
This child you want to change.
But you cannot tame the sea,
So why try to tame me?

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Diagnosis

How cruel you are to sneak in now,

Leaving us with no time to even process how!?

To cut short our time with no courtesy or forewarning,

Leaving our hearts anxious and sad already aching and mourning.

You enter our lives with scarcely a trace,

Deadly yet silent until you expose your ugly face.

Stealing our last breath as you take one of your many forms,

Making us work desperately still searching for cures.

But just hearing your name consumes us with fear,

How much time do we have left, will they even survive the year?

Sometimes all we can do is beg and pray.

That you won’t take them from us, that they will be able to stay.

Too many lives have been claimed by you incapable to escape,

Here for what feels like just a moment, then gone without a trace.

Just know we are coming for you, we want our revenge!

For all the lives you’ve taken from us we will fight back and avenge.

But for those who have just heard your name and are filled with doubt and fright,

Do not fear, take courage as so many more are refusing to say their final goodnight.

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The Last Chapter

(WARNING: potential trigger alert)

 

The gentle fizzing noise in the background soothes my spinning mind,

Finally no need for any answers, no need for any lies.

Soon this will all be over, no more fighting anymore,

Just take another sip and keep an eye on the door.

Though mainly used for headaches, this substance numbs my pain,

The more I seem to drink the less I have to explain.

A few more deep breaths and then my head falls on the floor,

Eyes are starting to close, I guess only dying has won me this war.

 

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Humanity

Whatever you believe did we not all arrive here the same?
Confused and frightened not even knowing our name.
Where ever you grew up did not three things remain?
Faith, hope and love before we truly knew pain.
Have you never lost someone you love?
In anguish looked up at the sky and argued with whatever could be above.
We’ve all known anger, fear and have been left feeling hurt,
One day on top of the world next left forgotten in the dirt.
Do we not even simply breathe the same air?
Managing as humans to discover something we can share.
In your chest does there not beat a heart?
One that yearns and aches and sometimes falls apart.
If you take it all away which surrounds us day by day,
Are we not pretty much the same yet unique in our own way?
If you knew my name, my life, my story…
Would you have a second thought before taking it all from me?
Does it not all seem silly this hatred and war?
Like children who never grew up we are always fighting to have more.
More money, more power, more influence and more fame,
to see what this world is coming to I only feel sadness and shame.
What a shame we take that anger and throw it in one another’s face,
Yet ignore the love that’s in our hearts which should bring us together as a human race.

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The Struggle

Oh how bitter these sorrows taste,
Positive thinking just gone to waste.
I crave a glass of something sharp and sweet,
Only a drop wouldn’t mean I’m a cheat.
These healthy remedies cannot blur my mind,
And depriving me of this escape seems so unkind.
I want to go out dancing and let my hair down,
Have a few shots then hit up the town!
Each drink made me feel lighter as my cares would melt away,
Leading me to believe I’ve outsmarted my dark day.
Yet wait, I see in the distance here comes the storm,
One moment I’m laughing and joking, the next I transform!
Becoming this tornado destroying everything in my path,
I beg don’t get in my way as I cannot stop my wrath!
Sweet liquid you tricked me, I thought you’d set me free,
Why can’t I be like the others having fun around me?
These feelings become a fire of which even you can’t put out,
A flammable liquid that once taken sends the flames throughout.
Even though I know this is the outcome I still struggle to avoid,
watching others out there having fun makes me so annoyed!
But all the things your poison stole from me cuts deeper than any knife,
and even though the struggle is real without you I’ve had a chance to take back my life.

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Sweet Memory

Maybe you were only ever a fairytale to me.
I fell in love with love, which I found in you.
When I look at you now I feel my heart twisting,
as it stirs to find the love that was once shared.
But it’s fading in you.
Every time I see you I’m a little lighter,
as the weight of loving you lifts off me.
I feel like I may finally be free to love again.
Like the rose tinted glasses have been removed,
and I see you for what you are.
Just a boy.
I was so proud to love you once, to call you mine.
Now I don’t even know who you are.
If we pass again it’ll be as strangers.
As if we’d never kissed, as if we’d never made love.
Just two strangers, who have no idea who the other person is.
Goodbye sweet memory.

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Help

Something is trying to kill me,

It doesn’t want me alive.

It fills me with confusion,

Burying a deep sadness down inside.

I wish I could describe this feeling without sounding insane.

About the battle going on within me,

Of the demon picking away at my brain.

If my life had any meaning he’s drained me of it somehow,

No space for any logic or reason, it’s too late for me now.

As while he has control of messing with my mind,

Though supportive suggestions are given to me

No peace will I find.

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