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Leaving the Nest

Sharply turning, fingernail chipping, anxiously pacing,
the time to leave the nest is fast approaching,
Distortion of reality, confusion and despair,
Where the mother-child bond will inevitably tear,

You want to leave- become your own person without loosing sight of how far you've come,
To appreciate all that has been given to you but realize your independent life has just begun,

Always welcome to come back to the safety and comfort of your childhood home,
Yet never will experience the joy of living with a family- now that you're alone,
For better or for worse, you have to take responsibility,
to stand up to this disoriented world and earn your dignity,

Enjoy the present whilst building your own future,
Your mother will no longer be there- but will always nurture,
Look back at the past and learn to carry on,
Your siblings will no longer stay young one day they'll also be gone.

I realized,time changes people-on that we should not venture,
your family will forever be your rock, your centre,
The moments you make time for, even though you're miles apart,
The moments that you'll always remember,
Those will be the treasured moments you'll hold so tightly in your tender heart...

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Grapes

sweet yet sour,
eaten by the hour,
with pips or pip-less,
none the less scrumptious!

We have green we have red,
and when left to dry,
we can bake raisin bread...

but even better,
we make wine,
that when drunk,
makes us feel fine -
It makes us smile,
just for a little while,
before we collapse on our bed,
and wake up to dread,
the effect on our head!

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All For One

From time to time,
From one generation to the next,
People have undermined each other’s’ existence,
To feel in control and seem more tough,
Discrimination on others has become quite rough,
	
It’s time to end what’s tormented so many,
Racism, sexism including those who see religious people as uncanny,
It’s time for one-to stand up for all,
And for all- to stand up for that one,
And state for once- ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

It’s time were...
Equality comes in combat with those people, who exclude other religions,
Were...
Equality verses those who make sexist decisions,
Were...
Equality battles with those who act racist,

Let there be put in a room a Christian a Buddha and an atheist,
Let for once the pure aspects of equality dictate discrimination,
After all, equality’s what’s going to save humanity from destruction,

It’s only the beginning to solving the hatred inflicted,
It’s only the beginning to solving the war in which in history is repeated...

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Learning Disorder

It is challenging to face difficulties in areas where your peers have surpassed at ease,
To always try your hardest to fit in, or try to please,
To excessively work on being at least average- is exhausting!
Yet dropping out of school is more taunting,
More taunting than being bullied, alone or discriminated,
You pretend to be alright- yet inside you can’t stop feeling humiliated,

Even if you give in to “being weak” by letting out a cry,
You remain un-heard and instead told to die!

You’re:
A burden upon your family,
A burden upon your school,
A burden upon society,
Being name called - dorky tool!

You let the words fly by you, and in your head mock their pitiful charade,
But right at the critical point when you’re holding that razor blade,
Hands tremble, voice quivers, you try to remain bold, 
You can’t help but subside, and finally do what you’ve always been told 
The hateful slurs then boomerang right back in your face, 
Apparently it’s what’s best for the human race…

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The Wedding

Treasure this day, a day of joy and bliss,
A triumph of love,
Now sealed with a Kiss,

On this day of eternal devotion, Church bells ring,
Slowly, people stroll along and finally gather,
But we forget the important thing,
That the daughter lets go of her dependence on her father,

A rush of memories, a flood of emotion,
A midst the family members and all the commotion,
An instance of tranquility, beauty and peace from the church doorway, she 
begins to emerge,
With a bouquet of flowers and a gown of lace,
She walks down the aisle, leaving a rose petal trace,
Together forever their love will bind, their love will connect,
The significance of this moment is quite simple in fact,
It’s a sign that she’s following her heart,
Blushing as red as the rose, she knows that nothing will lead them apart,

For in each other they found trust, beauty and devotion,
As if magic, yet no one has a love potion,
From a friendship to a partnership,
to a life long relationship,

Enjoy this day for it's your own,
Embark on this adventure,
In companion with each other never now alone,
May your lives always be happy and loving whilst facing your new found future,
Happy Wedding Day : Vas & Antoni

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No Escape

Time ticked frantically, I had to act drastically,
Shadows started to blur, the turbulence began to stir,
The faint ticking from a distance, dragged on and on with perseverance,

Noise, chaos, intensity, struck painful poundings to my head,
Inside of me uncontrollably- anger had begun to spread
Panic paralyzed my every muscle,
Gnawing on all my attempts to tussle,

I was trapped among the viciousness,
The loathsomeness, hatred, spitefulness,
Roaring in the midst of the commotion,
He tugged his way without any caution,

An intention glared from the sneer of his eye,
Sweeping his way motivationally sly,
But then it hit me finally,
Who he was in search for, was really me,
So fierce and brutal he seemed to be,
He ripped his shirt off ruthlessly,

Eyes so firm- I’d never seen,
so determined and so intimately  keen,
But it was obvious; it was me he was hunting down,
His eyes from green streamed to sinister brown,

Blindingly bright lights illuminated the sinister dark field,
I had found a route for escape, a big metal shield,
The hectic booming of chaos, provoked by this massive vehicle,
Stormed towards my direction as if they had seen a miracle,

Cries, squeals, shouting ... tension started mounting
Attacked whilst weak, I begun to shriek,
I closed my eyes, to realize,
There was no escaping route,
They stormed like an infuriated moot!

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Expecting

there are moments that catch your breath, others that take it away, 
there are instances which you dread and others that you long to stay,
for the seconds that drag on to minutes,
for the never-ending strikes of the clock,
for the moments that shed the tears,
for the cradle that didn't get to rock.

It can't be put into words, nor expressed through art,
the hurt, the guilt the love that shatters the heart,
to you who felt it- it was real but no-one got to see,
an emotional injustice, a hard hit of reality,
I can't imagine how it is - to feel a part of you die inside,
to feel it growing but then no longer, yet the bond not yet untied,

the emotional scar that residues,
remains an ever-healing bruise,
the mourn, the loss, the"what ifs" that cross your mind,
oddly as it may be it is the truest testament that love is blind, 

though you hurt now that the wound is fresh, the memory still lingering, 
in time it'll fade, never completely, but enough to stop from constant wondering, 
there will come a day when all will be calm- no restless nights,
you begin to embrace the moments and enjoy life's highlights,

for love to grow again it must be felt, when everything brightens,
where the fruit once the size of a blueberry evidently ripens,

for now there's hope, whatever strength hope can give you will get you through,
hard times aren't as bad with loved ones close to you,
a passing  away of 'the unknown' is deeply effecting,
sometimes it's what you weren't expecting...

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Doomed Death

Her blank expression soaked up anger at an eccentric pace,
Tension built up as the devil inside of her deformed her face,
Her scream sent chills shooting down my back,
Instantly my ears blocked out the wale that made my skull crack,

The darkness engulfed the everlasting echo as a whole, As if a hungry beast,
I would never get released... 
Silence stretched and the night muted my desperate call, again she screamed!
Then followed the ear piercing car tyres screeching,
 With me screaming off my head,
The lights of the cars beamed,
The sudden rush of adrenaline reminded me that my life was hanging by a single thread,
 
In a matter of seconds- we were in mid-air,
Driving off of a cliff, as we hit the curve,
With no moments to spare,
I learned over to conserve,

The only being that meant more to me than me,
That she... that she, who screamed at the truth of me,
Only when she could clearly see the real me,
I realised that she, Could not bear with the cruelty held within me,
The cruelty within me is overruling,
The more I accelerate the more I begin drooling,
I drool as I can’t stop myself, I’m too weak,
Within a strong person, comfort I seek,

The confidence and reassurance in each of her movements,
The glide in personality and unbeatable perseverance,
Make guilt lay eggs in the centre of my brain,
 As it’s a fact that I don’t deserve her yet without her I’d turn insane...

 Lost in a world that’s falling apart, 
All that’s left is one last beat of my heart,
 Not because in seconds I’m doomed to die,
 That would just be another lie, 
But because in just a second, 
I know her life will end,
 And as her heart beats, 
Mine repeats...

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Unexpected Casualty

Thud, skid, shriek... bash!
Subject to a crash,
From audience to casualty,
Paying a futile penalty,  

This unexpected political revolt,
Instantaneously uprises the search for whom to fault,
Alerting of authorities and people through news,
Help on its way as chaos builds-up and fear brews,

Shock and panic spreads, time becomes endless,
Dialling with not answer, agitated and relentless,
The seconds stretch out, unbearably grasping the phone,
Engulfed in sheer isolating fear- on the edge of the unknown,

Reality begins to turn gory and glim,
In an instant from civilian to victim,
Wishing you had stayed home instead,
As you're filtered from those that lay dead,

Contemplating distraught, confusion and regret,
This pain, shock and fear- you will never forget,
As you shed your first post-traumatic cry,
They say you're 'lucky' you didn't die,

Still amidst the debris several phones ring continuously, 
Police scurry, pulling back family members searching hopelessly,
Behind the line hysterical fathers, wives, siblings... awaiting,
Whilst most mourn, pointlessly politicians are left debating...

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Fear of Terror

Commanders guide the blind,
clean their moral-set mind,

Diverge the attention,
hype terror,
build-up the tension,
marginalise error,

Consequence to the aggression,
people are left in humanitarian regression,

The unaffected - clasp on to temporary relief,
the instinct is to fear what may come about,
the others shall be left in dis-belief - whilst one is left to doubt,
whether there is time to engage in grief, or await their inevitable rout,

Cruel as reality seems, 
it is a war of teams,
those with power,
who update by the hour,
and those who are powerless,
disregarded and hopeless,

Simultaneously, extremists slaughter ´till blood off of bodies will ooze,
roles ironically ´equalise´, both teams now potential victims of mass abuse,

terror is but a taunting act,
a gruesome ruse,
a way to distract,
with a hidden lit fuse,

freedom of expression is now shunned upon,
people are confused and fearsome,

a threat convincing enough is but an attack,
once fire is established they are unable to retract,
fire is fought with fire,
victims are beginning to tire,

yet regret is not an emotion felt by those who kill,
they collect the motion as a token of their power,
a step up the staircase to their dictatorial,
where those who speak the truth will be tossed in a pile,

future... what future will arise,
from a war inflicted,
petrified with lies,
terrified generation left conflicted,

to flea or to stand your ground,
if you hide... will you be found,

Have hope that guilt will manifest in those in power,
the flicker of morality will ignite within,
before all ´once´sweet becomes sour.