B MineI spy A folded paper; it'sA note from me to U.Side A would say it's for the birds;That's not entirely true.U C, I'm not sure Y I hadTo send it off your way,But G, my dear, I had to knowIf U were still OK.I need U like a calming T;U R my sunshine, dear.So here's a second, stamped and sent;Part two: wish U were here.
ReliveI feel so worthless, cast aside;I can't go on this way.No longer shall I reach for life.Recede, rework, revive.Recede, perhaps I need some rest.Rework, there has to beA better way; not death, a knife.Revive, content to bleed.The tears, both red and clear, still flow;My scars, I cannot hide.Each cut is deeper than the last.Recede, rework, revive.Recede, I offer up my blades.Rework, there has to beA better way, back to the past.Revive, through poetry.My words are growing darker now;The ink seeps through my mind.My confidence begins to wane.Recede, rework, revive.Recede, just write of lighter things.Rework, there has to beA better way to share my pain.Revive, a friend I need.My friends have helped to get me through,But only when they're near.When I'm alone, the darkness plays.Recede, rework, revive.Recede, I can't do this myself.Rework, there has to beA better way - with me always.Revive, God set me free.I know I've sinned; I've fallen short.He loves me al
Lumen in TenebrisI am Kemara.I can give her strengthWhen her voiceIs weak and falteringAnd courageWhen it escapes her.Who was there for herWhen she was nervousAbout her dateAnd who was thereTo help her study for finals?I sure didn't see you around.I am Venia.I can give her energyWhen she doesn't knowHow to press onAnd she wondersIf life is worth living.Who was there for herWhen she had fightsWith her ex-boyfriendAnd who was thereTo help her through honors class?'Twas you who turned your back.I am Seriya.I can give her happinessWhen the whole world seemsLike it's against herAnd innocenceWhen she feels corrupted.Who was there for herWhen she neededTo be cheered upAnd who was thereTo make cheesy jokes?Knock knock. Iris who?I am Slayde.I can give her protectionWhen the storms of lifeTry to beat her downAnd she feelsLike she's tied to the tracks.Who was there for herWhen she feltSo much of your painAnd who was ther
VeritasYou're afraid.Though you put onBlack leatherAnd you carryPain and youGive it out freelyAs if it were yours to give.You play the judgeAnd the juryAnd the executionerBecause you knowShe will play the accusedBut this timeYou've made a mistake.You've played hardAnd you've played wellBut in the midst ofYour games of powerYou've forgotten thatIt's all just a game.I see you, Iris.Beneath your disguisesAnd your liesAnd your scornThat you are tryingSo desperatelyTo hide behindYou are trivial.You are nothing butWhat she allows you to beAnd you dread the dayThat she sees youThe way I do.So you frantically beatAt her worth and her willAnd you tell yourselfYou're in controlBut you're really justAfraid of the light.
AftermathIgnoranceFailureSilencePainWhy do we fear what we cannot change?OpinionsOutspokenRacismLies'Tis only the fool who thinks himself wise.RejectionDefeatedDowntroddenDisgracedLook into the crowd and see nobody's face.MutedImpartialUnwillingRestrainedIf you won't go to battle, you've nothing to gain.LonelyDiscomfortDepressionRegretNo measure of pity can repay the debt.From ignorance, knowledge.From failure, restored.From silence, reflection.Through pain speaks the Lord.