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I Win You Lose.

Stalker of the night,
Evil one of the day.
One who haunts my dreams.
And wishes to rob me of my soul. 
You who try to break me. 
I am not who you want me to be am I? 
You push to the ground yet while I am there I will not grovel. 
As I live out my dreams, I see your words breaking them down.
I stare at your face and wish to see the source of your hate.  
I see anger, hate, disgust and I wonder why.
In your eyes, I see the true I look at them and see myself in your eyes. 
I see a girl who you could never tame.
I see a girl who you pushed down and yet she rose. 
I see a girl who you could never love.  
I see a girl who reminds of your mistakes. 
I see a warrior and maybe that is why you hate me.  
I am not the submissive little daughter you wish me to be. 
I am stronger than any wind from the east. 
I am not quiet and shy.
I am vocal and playful. 
You tried to break my soul and you  robbed me of  my innocence.
You put me in tears…you caused me great pain.
You are what nightmares are made of.
Yet I have survived.
I am everything you could never be.
I stand and to you I say thank you.
Thank you for teaching me to survive by being the dictator I had to overcome. 
Thank you for pushing me down for it  made getting up so much sweeter. 
Thank you for turning my family against me because now I know that I can survive 
on my own. 
Thank you Monster for teaching me that my greatest weapons aren’t  physical nor 
verbal…that they lay in me.
You taught me that my greatest weapons are: my will to survive, my unwavering 
faith and my love. 
You haven’t broken me down…instead you made me stronger.
I win. You lose.

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Utopia

I speak of a made up world.
One that will never exist not today, not tomorrow. 

This world contains all gain and no pain.
A world that doesn’t include poisons only sugar and love. 
It is not made up of hate like this world of today.

A world in which secrets would not exist.
An earth in which children would be safe.

“Pain go away” would never be said in this world. 
Instead, people would say, “Love never ends.”

Dark clouds of depression would be chased away by the sunrays of friendship.
A lion would never roar only purr.

Genies would hand out not three wishes but a million wishes. 

Every girl would be crowned a princess and every woman would be a queen. 
Every boy would be a prince. Every man would be a king

Lemons would be sweet and not sour.

Let’s make this world true.
Let’s spin the web of magic.
Defy the laws of “Never” and make this world true Today!

Don’t you desire this?
This enchanted world of love, of peace, of understanding.

Are you not tired of today’s world?
A world in which only hate and pain exist.
Where hot salty tears have become the bread of many.
   
Make it true…this Utopia.
If not for yourself then for the future.
Leave the legacy that won’t perish.

Join me as I dream of what could be then…
Let’s do more than dream.
Plan for the new world.
A world of peace and complete love.

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Cast Not Fault

Hand me your love when I want to flee.
Give love when I want to hate.
Hand me strength when I wish I were dead.
Calm me when I worry. 
Love me when I hate.
Love me whether I am good or bad, sad or mad.
Be my tower of strength.
My hope, my life.
Be everything for me.
I stand on a mountain and plea for help only to hear the wind blow. 
No one is there nor here.
I am alone deserted by everyone and no one cares.
Not you, not I, not her, not him.
I call and not a soul answers.
I beg and am turned away. 
You who should care don’t.
I turn away face the interior of my heart.
I reach for the key and then I go to my heart.
There I stand at the edge. 
I hold the key tight and then release it to the hate of my soul. 
Who is to blame if I hate?
You?
You who have cast fault on me?
You who judges before knowing? 
You, who have been heartless?
You who label before understanding? 
NO!
“Thou shall not judge before knowing” yet you have.
Blame, hate, despise me I do not care.
Yet as I stand at the edge of the cliff cast not fault if I jump.
If I jump who can blame me?
Not you for you have not loved me.

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Open Wounds

Open wounds on naïve flesh
Open wounds on a broken heart
Open wounds on a dying soul

Open wounds of hate
Open wounds of misunderstanding
Open wounds of neglect

Blood gushes through the open wounds
Trying to heal itself


Wounds made by those that were meant to love
Wounds made by those who did not understand
Wounds made by hate and envy

Raw, open, bloody and gory
Angry and sad

A sacrifice to the unknown force. 
Blood and tears is all it wants

Open wounds that never healed
Open wounds that no one ever saw

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The End.

It all ends here.
The war, the hate, it ends, here now!

No more.
No more  fighting for survival.
No more hurting.
No more sadness and tears. 

It ends here. 
Good bye.

I shall walk away knowing that I tried.
Tired to be what you wanted me to be never could be. 
Tired to be the best and failed.
Tried to please and never could. 

I will leave with scars.
Scars of battles fought .
Scars that were made by piercing swords of hate. 
Scars of wars that were won. 

I will walk away.
Knowing that I was pure.

Pure of heart and soul.
Pure to love those who hated me.
Pure enough to sacrifice my will. 
Pure enough to survive the “genocide of the souls.”

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They

THEY told me to kill her.
To get rid of her.
THEY said that she was evil and mean. 
Deceiving and sinful.
THEY handed me the knife of guilt to do the job.
Stab her in the back THEY all cried in anger.
I held the knife to her throat ready to murder her.
I was ready to take her life and make it mine. 
Letting her be the sacrificial lamb.
I wanted to smother her and never see her again.  
I was not the angel of death but rather the Angel of hope. 
The one who would deliver her into heaven.
For it was I or the mob who would kill her. 
I her friend wanted to be the one to get rid of the pain.
THEY hated her not I.
I loved her; she was a friend a sister.
Her rebellious sprit they condemn and I embraced. 
THEY shoved this jewel to the ground, humiliated her and stole her innocence. 
I was not a friend was I?
I stood in the background and let her feel the pain.
I was Judas, selling her soul for my gain.
Yet in the end it did not matter.
As I held the knife to her throat…she flew away.
Becoming an angel…free and finally happy.
She flew away from the earth who hated her. 
Set her soul free…and I lost my friend.
The girl who ran with such innocence is gone!
And who is to blame? 
Why it is I who is to blame.
For she was I.
A part of my soul. 
Her innocence and charm I lost long…when I wanted to kill that part of me.
So I have survived callused, mean deceitful and angry.
To survive I had to kill her.
World you lost

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Neverland

Today I will dream of the what-ifs.
I will dream of la-la land.
I will plunge into the deeps of the wishing well.
I will taste rainbows and drink from foamy rivers. 
I will dream today.
Dreaming neither of today nor of tomorrow but of the what-ifs. 
I shall weave a crown out of stars.
My robe shall be made out of hope.
My sandals shall be made of precious jewels. 
I shall be a queen and no longer the pauper.
Let me dream of what-ifs.
Let’s say the sun was the moon and vice versa?
What if you and I were royalty in disguise?
Suppose hate was turned to love ? 
What if the laws of never were broken?
Suppose “weird” became the new “normal” 
What then would I be?
If the world were turned upside down…then would I be good or bad?
Angelic or evil?
Let me dream of the what-ifs.
Only for today…I am not insane.
Just weary of living in the today.
Let me eat something besides bread of tears.
For  once let me dream of something better.
I sit here and I look around me and I dream.
For dreaming is escaping  a life that is filled with wants.
So I dream and stare at stars.
For my soul is breaking in to a million pieces.
Dreaming is the only way of remaining sane. 
Do not reach for me let me be.