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I'm not known for my patience,
And most would agree
I do not believe,
In blind stupidity
This view of mine,
Has caused me some grief,
But it has not kept me,
From the answers I seek
I'll defend my family,
With my dying breath
I will fight on,
Until I've nothing left
If you cross me,
I'll leave you for dead,
And that's just a promise,
So don't consider it a test
Sometimes I feel broken,
Sometimes I feel bruised
Sometimes how I'm feeling,
I don't have a clue
The gears in my mind,
Spin free all the time
Keeping me awake,
Untill the morning light
The pain that I feel,
I cannot describe
Sometimes I wonder,
If maybe I've died
But if this is heaven,
I don't want to see hell
I think I get by,
And somehow I do it well
I do not give my trust,
At all easily,
And if you break it,
Then be prepared to bleed
If you look me in the eyes,
And still you deceive,
I will rip you apart,
And grant you no reprieve
Jealousy is the sin,
That I most despise
All this rampant envy,
It makes me cry
If you covet my words,
With evil designs,
I'll make it my mission,
To completely destroy your life
Everything's fractured!
Everything's torn!
I say!
I'm feeling tired!
I'm feeling worn!
I pray!
God will forgive me!
For the things I have done!
I know!
I...am not alone...
I'm not the only one who feels fractured!
jlp September 26, 2008-Revised March 1, 2012
And most would agree
I do not believe,
In blind stupidity
This view of mine,
Has caused me some grief,
But it has not kept me,
From the answers I seek
I'll defend my family,
With my dying breath
I will fight on,
Until I've nothing left
If you cross me,
I'll leave you for dead,
And that's just a promise,
So don't consider it a test
Sometimes I feel broken,
Sometimes I feel bruised
Sometimes how I'm feeling,
I don't have a clue
The gears in my mind,
Spin free all the time
Keeping me awake,
Untill the morning light
The pain that I feel,
I cannot describe
Sometimes I wonder,
If maybe I've died
But if this is heaven,
I don't want to see hell
I think I get by,
And somehow I do it well
I do not give my trust,
At all easily,
And if you break it,
Then be prepared to bleed
If you look me in the eyes,
And still you deceive,
I will rip you apart,
And grant you no reprieve
Jealousy is the sin,
That I most despise
All this rampant envy,
It makes me cry
If you covet my words,
With evil designs,
I'll make it my mission,
To completely destroy your life
Everything's fractured!
Everything's torn!
I say!
I'm feeling tired!
I'm feeling worn!
I pray!
God will forgive me!
For the things I have done!
I know!
I...am not alone...
I'm not the only one who feels fractured!
jlp September 26, 2008-Revised March 1, 2012
Literature
Fractured Wings
I bandaged my wings in discarded cocoons,
and pasted sparrow feathers on my arms,
in hopes they would last until the dawn
Fallen angels don't have to work too hard
To break down your hopes or to
tear off your useless wings
After you were done with the surgery
After I've stitched myself together
I knew I'd never be the same again,
as hand-sewn angels who tumble
trying to grasp at the sunrise,
don't have very long to live
I never meant to fall apart
Or tear you down with me
There's no more darkness in the light
No more time left to fight
It's time to say goodbye
Literature
Free
Do not deny yourself
the ability to be free;
free from worry about
what others think and do;
free from care about
what doesnt concern you.
Freedom to do what you want,
when you want,
with whom you want.
Freedom of choice,
of religion,
of sex,
of self.
Be what you want to be
when you want to be it.
For no reason,
make a paper hat
and go out and wear it,
telling everyone you meet
that it is in celebration
of a life you have
yet to live.
Or be free to do nothing
about everything.
Let yourself be
free;
simply be free.
Literature
Makeshift Symphony
He tied piano strings to his heart,
so that every time it beat
it didn't sound so empty inside.
But the music in his heart
couldnt permeate the hollow air
as the metronome kept time for the clock.
One, two. One, two.
Reedy notes plummeted from his lips as
he made me pluck out Tchaikovsky and Bach
when all I wanted to play was twinkletwinklelittlestar.
"I'm just a little girl."
My fingers tripped and stumbled
and I know that I could never play
as well as he needed me to;
I could never keep his notes
from slipping off the page.
White and black sideswiped my fingers,
as I struck one chord too many.
"I've always wanted to
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"I do not give my trust,
At all easily,
And if you break it,
Then be prepared to bleed"
that's 1 way how I lead my life
At all easily,
And if you break it,
Then be prepared to bleed"
that's 1 way how I lead my life