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Mime For The Deaf SnippetThe Beginning
Waking up stiff and sore, Rupert had no idea where he was, but the pink surroundings suggested a female's room. The daylight shining through the curtains, coupled with the alarm clock mounted on the dresser informed him it was a few ticks past noon. He yawned himself awake, but as he tried stretching, he found his right arm did not respond, acting as dead weight.
He looked to his right to find the sleeping clown lying atop the limb, cuddling his chest, snoring quietly and completely devoid of clothing. Nearly having a heart attack at the sight, he fought the urge to jump out of the bed and run away. Instead, he cautiously removed his palm from her ample rump, and slowly slid his arm from underneath her hip.
Slipping out of bed and sneaking out silently was no challenging feat for him, but locating his pants proved to be a more difficult objective. Pacing through his friend's house in nothing but his boxers had not been on his to-do list last night.
Neither had sleeping wi
Faerie InspirerThere once was a faerie so stunning and fair
With smooth caramel skin, and long, dark, locked hair
She was clever in mind with a deep-rooted soul
A carnal shaped figured; true beauty in whole
She danced in the wind, with her wings at her side
Enchanting onlookers who fell mesmerized
As she flew through the sky, to her home on the moon
Her departure caused many admirers to swoon
They composed complex tunes, and wrote tales of her splendor
And drew detailed depictions, desperate to remember
The faerie’s return saw loud cheers and great art
Each piece revealing a piece of their hearts
They begged her to dance for their eyes once again
Gleefully she obliged as a joyous whirlwind
The inspired drew pens to create their new treasures
Her immeasurable grace brought the artists great pleasures
Soon, after days of this passionate exchange
Her audience requested what she thought quite strange
They explained desires of more spirit to capture
The more they gained from her, the more their art
AnimalsWe’re animals, we’re beasts who prey
Upon the weak who fear our stay
Its natural to feast and slay
Their hearts bleed in our jowls
We all wear masks and masquerade
As decent creatures, folks who pray
But deep inside, our demons play
Beneath cowardice cowls
The others claim to know the way
Those neutered, tamed, trained to obey
Condemning us for what we say
Look down at us with scowls
They lock our voices in a cage
Restrictions bind, we’re blind with rage
Liberate yourselves, you slaves
Let free your hungry howls
To the vermin calling me scoundrel
I will not heel, I will not bow
You’ll hear the hatred in my growl
This angry beast is on the prowl
LegacyI despise that by design I am destined to die
I’m desperate to find any way I can to defy
It’s simple to see life offers no sequel
And no opportunity is created equal
Life is flawed, full of indelible kinks and crinkles
No matter how hard you press iron steam to wrinkle
Let it be; instead of reveling in damning hate
I plan to paint my fate by hand
And carve my own identity as destiny dictates
I’ll invent my own recipe
And give the world the best of me
Let the rest of me sink in obscure seas of time
Lend my heart to art, breathe in life with each line
Exhale excellence and seize what’s rightfully mine
One-half man submerged in human history
One-half idea to live in fame or infamy
For centuries existing beyond my mortal misery
With these words of wizardry and different sensibilities
Some intellect, introspective thoughts and humane empathy
Maturity, courage, a strong sense of humility
Talent, support, a showcase of my abilities
And honestly, a lot of luck in the f
The masses disagree with me, but I’m an individual
My decisions aren’t dictated by a hive-minded yes or no
I disregard what’s deemed acceptable and speak my peace
Regardless if forever I alone hold dear my own beliefs
It may not be as comfortable as being labeled normal
But I still reject conformity in favor of my morals
I’m more than just a rebel seeking rules to disobey
I just like to use my brain so I’m not led astray
It’s fine to me if we agree, if our visions coincide
Just don’t expect forfeited pride to blindly take your side
We are all original and entitled to opinions
Just think! Don’t let society enslave you as its minion
Anxiety BombIn the world without excuse
On suffocating crowded days
The panic is a valid threat
To yank my heart from out my chest
Like animals locked in a zoo
I shrivel from their choking gaze
Soon I suck in shallow breaths
Drenched in pins and needle sweat
I wasn’t taught these social cues
I try to mimic what they say
But I don’t know what’s wrong or right
No one understands my plight
Whatever’s real feels like a ruse
I wander in a clouded haze
Confusion is a parasite
Robbing me of sound and sight
I’m panicking, my screws are loose
I’m manic, twitching in my craze
They know I’m strange, see through my lies
Anxiety is on the rise
Their heated words ignite the fuse
Their presence is a constant blaze
I can’t withstand their flaming eyes
I’m burning and I’m paralyzed
Inside my head is where I view
My body start its countdown phase
Seconds until I reach eruption
From my strange social malfunction
They’re unaware of their abuse
You're not sorryYou're not sorry
For what you did
You're not sorry
For what you did not
You're not sorry
For what you caused
You're only sorry
That you got caught
After the FallWhere teardrops have fallen
flames will also rise,
they are invisible angels
obvious in demon eyes.
Tearing Apart at the SeamsI look to the sky and see your name
Written on a black ink canvas.
You are a cacophony of stars
Wishing they could touch the earth.
Written on a black ink canvas,
My words scream for release,
Wishing they could touch the earth.
I become something that does not exist.
My words scream for release,
Tearing themselves from my mouth.
I become something that does not exist --
It feels like I’m dissolving into dust.
Tearing themselves from my mouth,
You are a cacophony of stars.
It feels like I’m dissolving into dust;
I look to the sky and see your name.
The Old Man's StoriesHey old man, pull up a seat,
get comfy and tell me a story.
Tell me about how it used to be,
tell me about those days of glory.
Tell me all about those classic ladies,
how they always maintained a state of grace.
The way they always smelled like daisies,
and always had on the most pleasant face.
Tell me how those ladies revered their bodies,
and the way to get in was earned with respect.
You called them lady, they didn't answer to hottie,
anything less they would flat out reject.
Tell me all about those bold men of character,
how they lived lives of virtue and common sense.
How they stood by their morals and didn't stagger.
Taking only what they earned, no sense of entitlement.
Tell me how they managed their priorities,
"A man don't work, then a man don't eat."
How they took care of their responsibilities,
the family came first, then maybe a personal treat.
Tell me all about the innocent youth,
and how they didn't mature before their time.
How they only knew to live by the truth,
We Set SailsWe set the sails and leave behind
Old lives we don't want anymore.
"Fortune waits at another shore"
This promise is on every mind.
There's a preacher, an alcoholic,
Only within booze he finds God.
Fights his demons with an old rod
While he screams: "I'm a good Catholic!"
A woman with lost reputation
Is learning now to sleep alone.
She has never been on her own
During her years of exploitation.
See this man next to the old rail?
He wears scar patterns on his skin,
Remains of atoning a sin.
During the nights you can hear him wail.
And the crew is just as worn down
As the ship they are sailing on.
They all fell victim to a con,
The reason for their permanent frown.
As we travel across the sea,
Only failed characters on board
And two stories left unexplored,
I wonder: "Why are you still with me?"
AimlessI gaze at the sky
And I wonder why,
The clouds, piled up high,
Daily, keep sailing by,
AshesWhat am I to you but Ashes
A destroyed version of my self
Fighting battles ever endless
With no fear of downfall
A reputation blown up
In a flash
Pieces scattered ever vastly
Searchers try but then halt
What am I to you but fallen
Tripping over my two feet
Like a broken compass
No direction except south
A life ripped up
By mouths flapping
What am I to you but worthless
A toy with no fun
Tossed away forever abandon
In a trunk of torture boundless
An opinion disrespected
By many far and between
Killed off quickly no compassion
A sign of certain defeat
What am I to you but Scratches
Marking up you perfect door
Causing renovation costly
And Hating your new decor
A depression yearning
Good or bad
What am I to you but gone
Killed off in season one
Forgotten quickly unimportant
Ratings higher since depart
A poet lost in words of sorrow
Considering his opportunities
Soon to be another forgotten
Just becauseJust because you have a compass
Does not mean you will find your way
Just because you have a mentor
Does not mean you will pass the test
Just because you have a farmer
Does not mean you will grow straight
Just because you fought the battle
Does not make you a war hero
Just because you won the war
Does not mean you won the heart
Just because you wrote the poem
Does not make you its poet
PeacePeace is not a body lying next to you in bed
Peace is someone letting you hold them while they sleep
Peace is not being isolated, living in your head
Peace comes from the company you keep
Peace is not screaming your pain into a pillow
Peace is the result of exercised strife
Peace does not sit still in silence either
Peace is the hushed buzzing hum of life
Peace is not having all of your teeth
Peace is accepting what ones you have left
Peace has never been dying to live
Peace is living lovingly until you rest
Yes, death is peace, but there's one peace above
True peace is the calming effect of self-love
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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