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I, mister, I'm
Alive, alive.
...Alive.
Cut my limbs off
Let me bleed,
Bleed.. Bleed,
Bleed the pain.
Out.
My... My Lai Masscre,
Cut my limbs off,
Screw me senseless
screw me dead.
My Lai Masscre.
I'm alive.
My..
Lai Masscre.
March 16th 1968
Vietnam.
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Watching the sequence of sound coming out of your mouth...
But the screaming is too loud.
I can speak,
But my brain doesn't want to.
I closed the door.
Silence called for me.
Should I cry or should I run after her?
What have I done to you?
but love you uncontrollably.
Shes then left speechless.
It looks like shes out of breath,
but really I broke her.
She was fragile.
So innocent.
Run, Just run.
A gun raised..
up to her mouth.
And a taint on her heart.
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All day she watches, feeding on greed,
but she would not pick any of the flowers.
These are flowers that fly and all but sing.
For flight and honey, dazzled so in quest of sweetness.
A bird, one that gathers its wings
and flies higher and higher.
This lovely flower fell to seed.
Work gently sun and rain.
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Rows of thousands buried underneath me.
I can feel them,
their hands reaching out to me.
their bodies beaten with cracked skulls
damaged to no end,
all these things,
..neglected attention..
..lacking of communication..
..no disposition..
all these things in this world.
shows their fight for life.
If I could feel death,
it would be faded.
Now I'm starting to see their position.
Because I've learned how to disappear completely.
This is where I end and you begin,
To fade out, again.
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I don't know why I am living today.
Because this day is full of haze.
Locked up in this prison..
Waiting for the light of day.
Flowers in the attic.
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Heard the old man's daughter
Screaming, touched once more.
I grabbed my courage and got my gun.
Walked out to the bare land.
Knocked down the door.
"You haven't met me, I am the only son".
Pulled the trigger and shot him dead.
Those weary eyes stared back at me.
Those last words ran through my head.
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Oh and this "thing" let me explain what it looks like, It doesn't have eyes, It has an open mouth all the time, with rotting yellow sharp crooked teeth, very skinny, like greyish brownish color. It breathes heavily and it's very flexible kinda reminds me of "The Last Exorcism."
I was walking out of my room, and in the hallway I got shoved against the wall.. but there was nothing there. I couldn't breathe and I felt paralyzed. I saw my mother walking to the kitchen passing me, I could tell she didn't noticed me. Then while I was still motionless, I saw this black figure it was fairly large, HUGE I mean, It was very close to me and then it went away and the feeling of being paralyzed went away also. I could move, I could breathe.
I walked into the kitchen, Thats where I found my mother cleaning the floor.
"Mum? Have you ever had the feeling that you couldn't move or breathe sometimes in the house?"
"More times than you think, But there is no such thing as the paranormal world or the "after life."
"I know, but I do not know the logical reason for it."
She was silent then she looked at me and started cleaning again.
I sat down on the couch, Yes I do have a couch in my kitchen, It's a Bosnian thing.
With my arms around my knees. Then I saw the living room from the glare of the window in the kitchen.
And in this glare I saw "The Thing" The description is up there. ^^ He had a small chair in his hands and he was slowly standing up from this weird position. He came closer with the chair and it was almost like my mum saw "The Thing" and she moved out of the way for it. He came around and stood over me with the drool/slobber coming off his rotten yellow teeth.
Then I woke up. It still scares me today. I know this is just my imagination but still, I know this isn't a poem but I still would like to share it with you.
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Can't you believe their watery eyes.
Can't you hear their muffled cries.
Not getting enough to eat,
The flicker of hope they shall keep.
Water drying up in the Savannah heat,
For help, they will pleed.
Little children snatched away,
From the one who has not
..Yet decayed.
Families suffering drought,
Asking America.. "why can't they help?"
This. Is. Africa.
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Ignored, Her words mean nothing.
What she has to say does not matter,
There for she does not matter.
Nothing, worthless.
Her heart is a toy to play with.
She values nothing but a merely cow.
Sold throughout masters.
What makes her happy
Gets thrown away.. Memories lost as well.
There is nothing in her life,
but emptiness and sorrow.
I'm her.
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I see you wanting company.
Wanting me..
A beautiful melody.
Stuck in my head,
But now lost.
You lead me on..
With the memorizing tune.
Lost song.
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