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The world crashes,
The ocean fades,
I’m left in pieces,
Waiting to wash away.
I try to smile,
Just make it through the day,
But I've got no direction,
The needle on my compass
Was wrong.
It points to you,
But that path is blocked,
I don’t know where this path leads
On which I walk.
But I will walk it,
As far as it goes,
In the hopes that one day,
It won’t be a road I walk alone.
My branches are bent,
They whimper in the wind,
They miss your tender love,
With all of their being.
They miss the hugs and kisses,
How you made them feel strong.
They miss the hopes and dreams,
That filled both our hearts,
My branches are bent,
They whimper in the wind.
One day I hope,
Our paths will cross again.
My body yearns for my wife,
It intends on being with you,
But I can’t make you intend,
On being with me too.
I can never regret our time,
It was the best of my life,
You are my passion,
My soul mate,
My love, oh, my love.
Good luck, good faith,
I’ll love you always.
For now, I’ll guide by the stars,
Until my compass works once more.
The world has crashed,
The ocean has faded,
But it still turns,
Even when it burns,
And I shall burn and turn with it.
The ocean fades,
I’m left in pieces,
Waiting to wash away.
I try to smile,
Just make it through the day,
But I've got no direction,
The needle on my compass
Was wrong.
It points to you,
But that path is blocked,
I don’t know where this path leads
On which I walk.
But I will walk it,
As far as it goes,
In the hopes that one day,
It won’t be a road I walk alone.
My branches are bent,
They whimper in the wind,
They miss your tender love,
With all of their being.
They miss the hugs and kisses,
How you made them feel strong.
They miss the hopes and dreams,
That filled both our hearts,
My branches are bent,
They whimper in the wind.
One day I hope,
Our paths will cross again.
My body yearns for my wife,
It intends on being with you,
But I can’t make you intend,
On being with me too.
I can never regret our time,
It was the best of my life,
You are my passion,
My soul mate,
My love, oh, my love.
Good luck, good faith,
I’ll love you always.
For now, I’ll guide by the stars,
Until my compass works once more.
The world has crashed,
The ocean has faded,
But it still turns,
Even when it burns,
And I shall burn and turn with it.
Literature
Are you a boy or a girl?
Mama stood frozen, staring down at the cherubic little redhead, his words still ringing in her ears. "Are you a boy or a girl?" The other redhead, the little one's brother, blushed and hastily touched the boy's shoulder. "Ao-chan, that was mean." Finally shaking off the shock of the child's keen perception, Mama gave a shaky laugh. "It's quite alright, Hayes-sama. May I answer him?" She smiled at the confused expression Ace shot her before he nodded and let go of his brother.
She knelt and took the little boy's hands in hers, running her thumbs in gentle circles over the backs of his hands. "I know it's a little confusing, since I have a boy
Literature
The Boy In The Class
The boy in the class who sits alone
Nobody can hear his hearts moan
They don't understand him and never will try
So every day he slowly dies
If they could feel what he feels inside
Would they be able to pass him by?
But they'll never understand and never care
They'll just pass and leave him there
He's never let anyone know the real him
He's afraid to be rejected by someone he lets in
What would they do if they were told?
They'd prate and stare and leave him cold
So he sits alone and nobody sees
Inside his mind he's never at ease
All he needs is a single friend
But that's a wish that won't seem to end
They can't espy that he's
Literature
transition
i.
i'm sitting in a doctor's office, and he wants to see my past and present
connected by a trail of bread crumbs - the story of my life
as a linear narrative.
but i can't reach back and pull forth an unbroken thread
that justifies my present -
i can't pick it all apart and reassemble it as it was.
yet he demands proof, and i'll give it to him.
i'll give it to him.
for the future, i'll do anything
(it's beyond simple longing, it's beyond hope - it's the only thing
that makes the next breath worth taking).
so i make my truth fit into his notebook,
i cut and paste the moments
until they fit together
and show a picture of my past
th
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