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Angel without wings, unable to take flight Walking the Earth, wanting to fight To join my friends, live my life I stand here and die, living with strife. What did I do to lose my wings? To deserve my fate, lost with hate Holding my heart, I die inside A hole not filled, I stitch it shut. Love lost soul, losing its light A dimming star against the night Searching for hope, regain my sight I'll stand up once more, able to fight.

There are certain words we use, unknowingly untouchable and un-famished that we are controlled and manipulated, crossing the bounds that hold us back, impeding our path. There is a thing like poetry, uncommon amongst thieves and senses, rhymes and rhythms. There is no freely flowing speech that, although unfathomed, one can truly understand and convey any message no matter receiving or sending; as if one were, a package sent to no address. What is the use of an empty box, stuffed with packing peanuts, un-shelled as if one were opening a present at Christmas with nothing inside? Is this truly a life where nothing happens, occurs; changing face

Is to let go a means to give up Is giving up the only way out? Searching for an end Finding the hidden truth Will you still let go? Hanging on Hoping for the best What will the outcome be? Gripping the edge Never looking down Wanting to let go An option I do not want to choose. Questioning my thoughts Decoding my dreams A stitched up heart Ripping the seams. I wish I could dream A perfect life To hold you in my arms And never fight. But~ Hoping is nothing To this world of mine. To live my life Traveling through time. To keep a dream alive To see you smile Is all the I live for While you keep me locked Behind the o

"Let it be Rigby, Blackbird Across the Universe" The sound of music Speaking words of wisdom I look at the floor. Dancing before me Images of broken light, The lonely people Living in a dream Don't carry the world. To make it better Just look around And listen to me. With every mistake Take these broken wings And learn to fly. Drifting past the flowers The bent back tulips Where nothing is real, Into the light of the dark black night. All your life Look for the girl, With the sun in her eyes, And let her into your heart. I'll always be true And keep you by my side. Someone to love, Someone like you. Like a heart tha

Love's Secret By. Matthew Young Looking up into the heavens above, Watching the shimmering stars streaking Dotting the darkened sky with their brilliant light I begin to wonder about life and the secrets our youthful hearts can hold. Secrets of time and secrets of life, The secrets you were never told, The ones I wish, still to hold. Embracing the memories, And the times never spent I rip my mended heart [to release the truths] The 'Secrets' I've kept from you. I miss your eyes, the voice… The distant conversations I was never apart The life spent as a spectator Lost between the folds of melting time, Separated from you I

Window's Edge Across the untouched roots of the open plains, One looks, peering into the loneliest of places. Standing strong, anchored to the Earth A home stands. Past the old picket fence Once gleaming of its recent wash, Peering over the window's edge One can see everything the past once held. The past of another's life, Of a life lived alone. Seeing the dusty covers Shrouding the remaining articles One can picture the roaring fire Sitting in the antique chair Catching up on your favorite book. But what if you lived there, Looking the other way Over the window's edge and past the picket fence. What would you see as

Shadowed Mind Hidden away deep into the bowels of the heartless mind Stands a lonely soul searching for you Barred by his own thoughts, his dreams, his feelings He remains in the dark, guided only by candle light Trapped in a never-ending maze of endless nights Lacking the strength to break his chains Keeping him there Secluded in the black hole that is his mind Hoping someone would be there To listen to the hymns of his life His shadows protect him and deny him Guide him and choke him Keep him and leave him But there are those who care Those who stay and listen To the sounds on the dungeon And watch the shadows on the wall