Untili never really did understandhow a relationshipcould ruin a banduntil i met you.
It's Wrongi want to writealthough i knowthe moment i put pen to paperit'll be wrongthe wrong wordsthe wrong secretsthe wrong storiesthe wrong bloodit'll all be wrongmy heart is poundingand my hands are shakingthey long to writewrite about these anxietiesbut they're the wrong onesthe wrong nervesthe wrong shaking handsthe wrong fast beating heartit'll all be wrongi can't do iti need to do iti can't
HurricanesFlowers blooming in the arctic. Children slaughtered as self defense.Two parties with different masks. Working eighty hours just to pay rent. Choose the lesser of two evils they say,While death in the corner silently stands. Because what does it matter in the end,When an early grave waits for the working man. Yet still the hopeless sing of freedom.Still the human heart beats and yearns.Still the plants grow through concrete. Still the children pray their words are heard. Because the old sat in corruption and greed,Led us astray with their bought wisdom. As the man in the street below freezes,They sit in private suites and say “Trust them.”But a back can only take so much before it breaks. A person can only bear so much before they come alive. The anger in our eyes is for you, all for you.We aren’t the only ones who should fear the Reaper’s scythe. Because time is like water over rock,One will continue and the other is worn away.But sometimes it takes a chisel to break it,Sometimes the beaten dog shows its fangs. And in the end nothing lasts forever.No matter how long it may have dug in roots.Because darling we are hurricanes,And we’ll be the force of nature you never knew....
ErosionThe sky turns shades of pink,As I watch morning slowly arrive. The bus rattles and I think of you,The father who fell from on high. Like King David was angry,Yet did nothing for Tamar's grief,So you too still let a son stay,Who stole innocence like a thief. Yet who I am is your greatest affliction,Your shame and mourning wrapped into one. A greater indignity than his endless sin,Is the child you refuse to call a son. You say you mean no harm,While your tongue continues on;Saying things that only upset,As you sit up alone at dawn. When they dig up my bones,I don't care what they think.Who I am isn't chromosomes,Or what's written in hatred and ink. Your prayers mean nothing,When all your hands do is hurt.Who's to say I was created wrong,And that what you say is all I'm worth?You talk of children and atrocities,Hip bones, chemicals and doctors.Like you know me better than myself,Simply pushing me to farther shores. Is it worth it to cling to you,When one of us is going to drown?Trying to be kind while you hurt me,As if patience will turn things around. Mother is silent and father is outspoken.Sister is uncertain and brother indifferent.You were told our family is dysfunctional,The entire time oblivious to what it meant. So I wonder yet again what to do,As I sit silently in the morning light. How easy it would be to cut you off,As you preach of hate and love divine. But love is a strangely lasting thing.It convinces you to stay on and on,Even when you simply want to leave.Even when all the substance is gone. Yet I can't kill my own soul,Just to bring life to yours.No matter how I'd wish it otherwise,You've already chosen your course.
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