Suicide Tree

You see those trees,
Standing big and tall,
Some are bent,
Because they are begining to fall.
The lightning strikes,
And hits the tree,
Some may fall,
But others don't break free.
The bullies are the lightning strikes,
The victoms are the trees,
This is what life is,
What happens when you break free.
If you see a tree that's fallen,
It broke free,
To tree heaven,
A suicide tree.

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Memory (Thy Shall)

Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
So delicate it may break.

A memory so lost,
So unwanted it tears apart,
Until it dies,
It shall go back to thy start.

A powerful memory it may be,
Or a memory that shall be overlooked,
Thy one shall let it see,
How thy memory is like a book.

But how powerful thy memory is,
It has to be stronger than a good memory,
A memory that has passion and feeling,
A memory that has greatness and becoming myself, I, and me.

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Cinderella Dance

Listening to the sweet sound of music,
As I'm swaying back and forth,
Closing my eyes and visualizing a dance,
Remembering my once Cinderella dance at my celebration.

Sitting on the front porch swings of my house,
I remember that day like it was yesterday,
Remembering my father came in the hospital room,
With my boyfriend who brought me flowers.

The music comes on and I stand up smiling,
He takes me by the hands and twirls me around,
My dad stands by the door smiling as well,
And when the song is over - I take his hands and dance with him.

My father calls me beautiful as a tear comes down his face,
Knowing that I'm cured from cancer,
He kisses my forhead and I whipe the tear away,
Nurses come in with balloons and such and it becomes a huge parade.

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Phat

The word 'fat' is a term,
That 'skinny people' use,
Because they don't know what else to say,
When they see a 'fat person.'

No one has to be so rude about it,
When they see a 'fat person' eating ice cream,
Or sitting around watching others,
But some 'skinny people' don't understand to just dropp a conversation.

The word 'rude' is what 'fat people' use when someone makes fun of them,
'Fat people' are all over the world,
And yet - 'skinny people' don't want to accept the fact that 'fat people' are in this cruel world,
So some 'skinny people' have to act like they're all that and be mean to others.

There are people in this world that are 'low class' and are different from the people in the 'higher class, '
Because some people in the 'lower class' goes into depression and eat,
Because of the events happening in their life,
And so they become 'fat.'

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Author's Inspiration

My fingers do not type the words on the page; they do not draw delusions on a thin piece of white lined paper. They are not meant for the works of art to be used and unworthy for. My fingers are worthy enough to paint pictures inside your cognizance, more than painting a paintless sheet that means nothing to me. My fingers work as if every picture I paint in my mind, inspires them to write the unwritten page, to make it a master piece. But not every inspiration inside my mind, will take merely a second to create. It takes time, patience, and art to smear the writings onto a page. Author inspiration is from what comes from the heart; deep and dark, inspring and light - it's as if it was left inside its cage. No freedom, no light, no darkness, no being of a creature that the render of the paper, simply gave up on inspiring the little ones'. It's as if this mere creature was left within a white blank world. No colors to paint, no words to express. An author inspiration is formed when they see or hear other works of art, whether it's music to their ears, movies they wish to be in, life and feelings that they feel or positioned in, or other writings that they write something else about - but as an inspiration from them. An inspiration can be from anything from the outside world, from what happens inside one's life, to what creates such imagination within one's thoughts that coats the page with color and creativity. Anyone can be talented. Anyone can have an inspiration. You just have to feel and be it.

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Jesus's Angel

Ascending from Heaven
Protecting every person
Making sure all Hell doesn't break loose -
I guess I'm the one who has to choose.

Wings spread out far
Shining like a star
Just another Angel doing her part
Doing what's right from the start.

As I am the Angel to protect one another
But it's not my fault if one doesn't go away forever
I'm here to end the fight
So that, that person can sleep at night.

But with all of the Angel's surrounding ocean to ocean
It's not our motion
To take away the life of another
So you can be happy as we feel guilty forever.

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