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The Power of Youth

With the weight of the world on our shoulders

we walk, heads held high

 

they don't really understand

the extreme power in which we posses

 

we live life under Their radar

all the while, holding them up

 

but no thanks come to us

just sneers and stereotypes

 

we are Not the casualties of society

just because we tread on the lines of what they consider "appropriate"

 

yet that is how they treat us

because they are Afraid

 

but I tell you

keep your heads held High

 

scoff right back at them

because you know how it will end

 

soon enough

we will rise to rule our own world

                          Our Own Way

We are the Youth

We are the Future

 

and they'll have to just suck it up and deal

when they see how much we are going to Change

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Be My Valentine, For the End Is Near

Dashing through the streets
Ready for the world
I join you

Sprinting through cities
Prepared for the end
I love you

Gasping for breath
as we reach this crescent 
moon
I become one with you

For the eagerness of the 
predawning to all of our 
anticipations
For the love that grows 
through surviving this 
apocalypse
And for the relief of all when 
the end finally arrives

I ask you, my dear
Will you be my Valentine?

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One Day

An unlikely couple
with that rare happiness you only see in movies


her hand is cupped in his lovingly
and his smile is so genuine it could outshine a full moon

their conversation is held strictly in their blissful gazes
but what they say is obvious

for them there is no other existence
no other life but the other

and even as they grow old
gracefully, with now wrinkled smiles

there is no couple like them
as if he were Adam, and she Eve

I watch them daily
with hope of a love only to be compared
by the difference between the heat of a steaming cup of joe
and a glass of ice water dripping with condensation

to have bliss like them
I would...No, I will be complete

One Day

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I'Ll Be Home Soon

Gazing out the window
rain pounding like a drummer in a parade
I let my eyes fall closed
and I picture his emerald eyes
his bright smile that lights up a darkened sky
and his scent - a mixture of the rain outside and the pine trees beyond my sight
I then allow my lids to open
and I gaze at the polished black pistol in my hand
As I lift it, the heaviness a slight surprise
the sight of his blood stained on my freshly painted wall
fills my mind with the memories of his misery
I yearn to join him
and so I lift the pistol higher and higher until I feel the coldness on my temple
and I enjoy the last moments with my memories of his beautiful face as it kisses mine
while I pull the trigger harder and harder

and then comes the blast
and I've joined him at last
and I see his face again
and again he kisses me sweetly
I see his bright smile
emerald eyes
and that wonderfully blissful scent makes me whole
and I am Home

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A Job I Cannot Quit - Empathy

Some view it as a blessing
some only see a curse
but for me, all I feel is destiny

It's hard to call it such
because I truly don't believe in destiny or fate
yet I know that this is my calling

I will sit here, closing myself off to the world
when all of these strangers' feelings flood my soul
and I have to sort through them

Some people need advice
while others, just a listening ear
but the hardest is of the thoughts of the perverse

I truly do not believe anyone has the right to decide who needs help
versus who may progress all on their own
but the feelings I get from others do not lie

So again I sit
with so much inner turmoil for hating my chosen path
mentally reaching out to strangers that need me

I know I am doing good
yet I've only really given in
because all I want is to be on the darker side
to live my own life

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Soulless

his eyes tell me he loves me
yet he can never seem to utter the words
but I know

his fingers lace through mine so intricately
yet the warmth they emanate feels cold
because I know

his body conforms to mine perfectly as we make love
yet his heart is nowhere near
for I know his true intentions

his angelic lips make my heart skip a beat
yet they never meet mine
because, then, he will know that I know

he does not love me fully
he lacks a beating heart
he is missing a conscience clear of meteor-like holes
and he neglects to care as much as he truly wishes he could

because I know
he is not human, though not a monster
his is not a man, though nothing short of a gentleman
he is here for a purpose that only I understand
and he sees my awareness

my beautiful, soulless, immortal

I live for you

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Haylea

She said the most beautiful words
and I finally felt connected to someone

She sang with the most melodious of voices
and I finally felt peace

She whispered her darkest of secrets
and I finally felt important

and then she gasped her final words
and I finally felt the warmth of my tears

I love you too, Haylea
and because of you, I am finally strong enough to tell you 

I Always Will

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The Dust Has Settled

Looking up, I see a swirl of dust in the air
Something isn't right

I close my eyes and listen to Earth's cry for help
She is screaming

I open my eyes and begin to run, faster than ever before
They are chasing me

After awhile my breath begins to stagger, and I cannot go much longer
So I fall

Within only a few micro-moments, they are on top of me, clawing and biting and ripping
I am screaming

With everything inside me I fight back, I keep fighting until my enemies are desolate
Somehow, this is right

My injuries are fierce and deadly, yet I stand and face the dust
It is chasing the wind

As I stand there with my eyes closed, unaware of time, I feel the rightness of what is done
The dust has fallen

The wind is gone, my energy depleted, and my life dissipating
Yet my hope for this world, though it is ending, is strong

And with one last breath, I thank Earth, for cleaning up after our mess
We can now start anew

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My Eternal

everywhere but the nape of my neck fills with goosebumps
his deathly kiss is cold, but Intense
i know what is soon to come, but I cannot feel Afraid
that would only hasten My emanate bloody death
my skin is pierced and my spine has a surge of electricity shocking my system
i collapse into his Viscous grasp

the world has never been this Auroral 
My heart has never felt darker
is an eternity in hell worth an almost infinite life of extraordinary feats to be overcome?
i know my Power is great
but now I weaken with thirst

i am not better
i am simply a slave to blood now
i could write for infinity, but i'd Rather Earn my way into hell
starting with the death of my maker

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Simple Blessings

I love how the cool breeze caresses my face
tickling my lips
and tossing my hair playfully

It brings life to the silence of the dull, Autumn day
and forces smiles on grim faces

I adore the crinkling of leaves underneath my bare feet
sending a thrilling chill up my body
and quickening my heart with every step I take

It lifts the spirits of small children
and sends their innocent laughter through the air, touching hearts along the way

How wonderful the sprinkling drops of water are
as they tease my skin with their touch
and I cannot help but feel genuine joy

These days come often
but are rarely seen as they are

Beautiful
Cheerful
and a simple yet intricate blessing from God