Resolve
War is but a misfit,
And fire is but a toy,
Battle is simply injustice,
My duty is nothing but lies,
Fear is just the beginning,
And heart is filled with the pain,
Debate is just a play of words,
And misery carries but shame,
Cries remain unheard,
For sorrow carries at hand,
Weeping is against the law,
And hardships are not true,
Death is but an ally,
Life cannot be lived,
The countless timeless waiting,
Is a lie that remains at hand.
Markers
Kindness follows glory,
And beauty follows heart,
But if thy heart shows kindness,
What place does that mark?
Upon the sea of dreams,
People here no screams,
For joy is th
Leave me at the entrance door
cause this time i won't be lying
what are we waiting for
don't you see my eyes crying?
of course not
boys don't cry they say
boys only got guts
boys don't need to pray
but men are we
men show the truth
above the shame
of a falling tear
men don't need to hide
the sadness of vanishing time.
Beauty is a rose
unfurling her petals,
only ever growing more radiant as time passes,
and excelling when kissed
by the sun's warming rays.
Beauty is mist from the sea,
gentle in nature
and eternally calming,
if one can only await her graces.
Beauty is the warmth of a thousand smiles
from around the world,
given without prompt,
and strengthening those touched
by this simple kindness.
Diability or Power by xMyHeartIsBleedingx, literature
Literature
Diability or Power
Disability or Power?
Have problem I?
No none
I special unique.
Special same as me?
I go there school
Have sports after.
Hearing say different
Say what I not able.
I deaf people try take up,
Language I grow-up know.
Years back I little,
Doctors implanted cochlear one.
It cure deaf thought they,
They wrong.
I special deafness I,
Only one in school mainstream.
My name what Cortney,
I Special I
Can't do anything,
Think same as others you stupid you
Aching, clawing, gaunt and frail.
A hunger so deep, yet a fullness overwhelming.
Thinner..thinner...must get thinner...
Anything to stay small.
It starts with breakfast,
then you skip lunch.
Going days without dinner,
and forget about dessert.
Perfection at its finest,
because this is what you want.
Size 0
No, smaller...
Withering away,
noone notices
those visible ribs
and dying soul.
I have a box
so small and square
that's full of pretty things
Of marbles and rocks
confetti and thoughts
of dime store candy rings
Of secrets
that I've never told
of many broken visions
Of distant lands
on lady's hands
of very few provisions
I've had my box
of pretty things
since I was small and fair
I filled my box
with toys and bows
and things to put in my hair
And now on days
I'm sad and blue
I dump my box onto my bed
I look in wonder at everything
"I don't recall these things,"
I've said.
Bits of paper
polished stones
"50" this piece says
These things
that I was unattached to
but I kept them anyways
And