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ThievesKeep your words to yourself, keep them deep down inside
Give your emotions a home and a place they can hide
For no one can know how you feel
Because if they did they would certainly steal
Your kindness and passion are but toys to these thieves
this is why we must wear our hearts on our sleeves
Because if they find them, exploit them they will
And if the thieves got them it would most certainly kill
Your heart and your mind will no longer live
Because with them gone there is nothing to give
Except for your body which will lie in its grave
Because of the life you so willingly gave
Belated BurdenHello stranger,
where have you been;
I missed you when you went
and kissed the starry skies
How are you?
Its been awhile,
since we last talked
Where have all our words gone?
I see you now,
as who I never knew before
You were such a saint,
when we were sharing hands
My dear friend,
why is time so cruel?
We used to be so close
Now you're concealed beneath my feet
The cold and newly churned gravel
doesn't serve its purpose,
in keeping me from clutching on
to how you and I used to be
Late friend of mine,
why did you unexpectedly have to go
and desert those around you?
You'll take away our smiles
This is what happensThis is what happens when you said that you would never love me.
This is what happens when you said you loved me but it was never true
This is what happens when you leave me for her.
This is what happens when you brag about her to everyone.
This is what happens when you said you always wanted to kiss me but never did
This is what happens when you said that i was a jerk.
This is what happens when I actually believed you.
This is what happens when you said everything, I die and you live your life like you never knew me.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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