Beneath the willow you will find

Their bodies hanging.

The bodies of those who knew no gentle hand

Or kind words

Only fists and punishment.

The bodies of those who were loved

And adored

But felt as though they were alone.

Why did they feel that way?

Why didn’t they see the love

Right in front of them?

Oh how the willow groans

From the weight of their corpses.

Their are too many for us to igno...

Me

Not me

This isn’t me.

The dress doesn’t fit

The suit is too tight.

I will always fall short of

What people want. What they are expecting.

The pain isn’t physical, it plagues my mind.

This song is broken, it isn’t true, it lies

Do I dance on; to a song I don’t know?...

Crux: the decisive, or most important point at issue

I,

For one,

Am glad

I grew up with unlimited joy

That I was sheltered from loss

And agony.

That I was given I chance breath

What I thought was fresh air.

I,

For one,

Am glad

That my parents protected me from

Sadness and cruelty

And showed me joy instead.

I,

For one,

Am glad

That I was fortunate enough to have that chance

To seek that ...

We are too at peace

With the harm all around us.

We turn a blind eye to the bloodshed

And violence and cruelty

In favor of our posh lives.

We live in houses

With food and water

Electricity and love.

While others burn in fires

Starve and dehydrate

And die by our fists.

And while those people die

Over and over and over

We pump our fists and exclaim:

“Yipee! We are at peace!

_At peace with d...

I suppose I should have expected

Being here today,

Standing beside your casket.

I wish I didn’t expect it,

I wish that this was a surprise.

But it isn’t.

You have left us,

And you’re already being forgotten.

I, and few others, will reach out for you

Wishing to keep you here,

To compress our hands to your already still heart.

As if the effort of few will bring you back.

To bring you back we wo...

Many would call me rotten,

A broken thing meant to be beautiful,

To be obedient to the standard you have set for me.

I am not what you want me to be

I am a wilted flower in a world of roses

I am destined to be poisoned

I am the antithesis of what I am supposed to appear as

I am not beautiful and delicate

I am wilted, my petals to do not face the sun.

To you I am rotting

But I am not rotten...

His hands are very different from mine.

They are soft, without a wrinkle in sight,

His skin is perfectly smooth,

One could even say he glows.

He wears rings bedazzled with jewels,

Never forgetting to display them.

Then there is my hands and I,

They are rough and covered in dirt,

My skin is marred with scars,

The only ring I wear is the one we share

On our ring fingers to the left.

His hands stil...

They say I am a Dove of Peace,

That I sit and rest on an Olive Branch.

That I am a symbol unity and hope.

The humans talk of me with such wonder;

With stars in their eyes they hope to see me,

While they light fires and reap chaos.

I shall not show myself to those who lie

And cheat

And work towards war, not peace.

They say that they don’t want

War and death and fighting.

They reach out to touch ...