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BotherIt's not a game.
She's gone away,
and no one even bothered to say,

"Will you ever return?"
When will they learn?
But no one bothered to say it to her.

I left on that day,
I went my own way,
but no one even bothered to say,

"I really love you."
I don't think it's true,
but I'd still say "I love you, too."

We all wonder why
she left us dry,
but we still didn't bother to say goodbye.

And neither did she,
not even to me.
At the very least, now, she's finally free.

I left them alone,
how can I atone?
Would I have stayed there, had I then known?

I can certainly tell
that all of us fell
when I didn't even bother to bid them farewell.

How to Save a Life"It's time for me to go now."

As if answering the girl's solemnly spoken words, the summer wind blew across the empty roof in an almost excited fashion. It blew her nightgown against her legs as she turned to face it. The night was lit brightly by the shining buildings and streetlights, but all of them seemed dim to her.

"Why?" an angry voice cried out behind her, and even though she knew he was going to react this way, she couldn't help but flinch.

"You know why," she replied, her tone eerily calm. It was at that moment that she felt a hand grip her bare arm roughly. She began to wonder whether he knew how much he hurt her, if he knew tha

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a puzzle piece
that just fits right inside.

I don't want to be
a difficult piece
you make fit by pounding on.

What I want to be
is that one piece
that everyone misplaces.

That lone piece that's lost
under the couch
or between the cushions.

That strange piece that
everyone hates when lost,
but adores when found.

That simple piece that
everyone wants
and everyone searches for.

That perfect piece that,
when found,
completes the puzzle perfectly.

That independent piece that
can easily fit,
but doesn't want or need to.

That free piece that
will appear to you
only when it's fully ready.

That one piece that
will change ev

Worth A Thousand Words“Daddy, can you teach me how to draw?”

The five year old girl cautiously entered the dimly lit room, eyes wandering curiously at her surroundings. It wasn't often she was allowed to stand in this room, and so she wanted to savor the rare moment.

The man sitting inside the study sighed audibly. Pencils were scattered across his desk, his paper coated in various amounts of graphite.

“I'm busy right now,” the man said tiredly, “and I need to have this done for a client by tomorrow. Go play.”

The girl replied defiantly, “But Daddy, I want to learn how to draw just like you! Someday, I'll be a famous a

Promises, PromisesYou said you would come,
so why aren't you here?
You walked out of my life,
you disappeared.

I have so much to tell you
since I saw you last.
Don't you want to hear
all about my new class?

How I'm making new friends,
how I'm learning new things?
How everyone jumps up
when the dismissal bell rings?

I'm waiting here still,
staring out the window
of the room where we once sat
and spent the day watching videos.

My Sesame Street doll
sits at my side.
It's the one you gave me,
once upon a time.

My old blue blanket
sits around my shoulders
as I remember us playing,
until we got older.

The sun has long set
upon the great times
of sledding and

200 Plastic StrawsTwo-hundred plastic straws
are scattered on my floor.
They haven't moved an inch
from where I dropped them there before.

A multi-colored frenzy
is dancing on my tiles.
Ghosts long past
come flying back
to stay there for a while.

The straws slipped through my fingers
and so, they all tapped down
like the movement of a second hand,
eternity, an hour.

They fell away, as does the past,
so pick up every piece.
Throw it away or use it well,
or its dance will never cease.

Two hundred plastic straws,
or at least, that's how it was.
Now a hundred ninety-nine lay there,
a pink one in my glass.

Secret"Hey, uh... I need to tell you something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"It's a secret. I've been keeping it to myself for such a long time, but I just need to tell someone, and you're a great friend, so I figured that I could trust you with this."

"Wow, really? Thanks! Okay, what's the secret?"

"Whoa, not so fast."

"...Huh?"

"First, you need to solemnly swear on anything and everything you hold dear that you will not, under any circumstances, tell anybody. And I mean ever."

"Wow, this must be pretty serious. Okay, I solemnly swear."

"Actually, now that I think about it, I'm gonna go write up a contract."

"Um, that's not really necessary."

"

A Poetic MessThere's nothing to do.
How about writing haiku?
Poetry is fun.

It's so tiresome, though...
Five, seven, five syllables?
Why those three numbers?

I don't like haiku anymore,
so how about ABCB?
That's a good rhythm, I suppose,
it's easy to write and read.

ABCB gets old so quick,
ABAB is more my style.
I think these rhymes are making me sick,
but, I'll still rhyme for a while.

What rhythm to use?
Oh, perfect, look what I've done.
I'm back to haiku.

Poetry just isn't my thing,
I can't decide what rhythm to stick to.
What's wrong with me? What should I do?
ABBB? Well, I guess that's new...

Screw these stupid rhymes,
I'm doing free verse.
...

Fine"Hey," she asked, "are you okay?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
"Huh? Sorry, what did you say?"
"Nothing, I just said I'm fine."

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Crows

by ~SourAir, Feb 4, 2013, 3:33:29 PM
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Nothing's changed, we're still alone and while
crows fly high, we stand our ground.
The sky is black and the door is open,
but can we choose to make it through?

Save your strength for now,
we'll be fine, my love, just wait
And I know that's what you hate,

But soon we'll be inside,
the room is lit and we won't say goodbye
to this life we've made.

Pull together, don't be scared
Though the night is dark as the wind grows strong
The bond we have is all we'll need to
fly away from this wretched place.

Spread your wings for now,
imagine the skies
and so, soon we will rise.

In a world where humans race,
all power-hungry and selfish,
we have made our mark.

We're coming close, don't be alarmed.
I'm here with you, you won't be harmed
by the haunting birds who'll be no more
as we slip past the dark.

Into that room, we'll walk again
as the children laugh and the adults grin
Home once more, we'll laugh and tell
of the journeys that we've made.

I'll get you out,
I'll get you out

So while we hear those birds crow loudly,
I'll talk to you and kiss your face.
'No, don't close your eyes, my darling
we're almost there...
We're almost there.'