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Tiny humming bird
I see you've lost your
wings
your life it
slows and your scared
of the things
that you are yet to
know
Tiny humming bird
let me hold
you
and heal the
wounds you refuse
to show
little humming bird
Can I please help you
I see you've lost your
wings
your life it
slows and your scared
of the things
that you are yet to
know
Tiny humming bird
let me hold
you
and heal the
wounds you refuse
to show
little humming bird
Can I please help you
Literature
Gone
It's like a punch in my gut
A hole in my throat
Cotton in my head
I can't seem to accept the reality
I see your grave
I sit in your empty chair
Watch as your room became just a memory
The old photos of us smiling
The memories of us laughing
The old songs we used to sing
It both haunts and comforts me
Life has never been easy
But now it'll be so much harder
Time became my enemy
Fooling me into believing I had so much more
Just turn the clock back
Rewind the tapes of those happy memories once more
Come back to me
Tell me it'll all be ok.
But there's a sting in my heart
And it reminds me you're gone
I know this pain will be with me always
How co
Literature
Farewell
Dear, Jessica.
Today Ronnie Childs died. Lucky me. The boys don’t want me to walk out and walk freee.
I can’t blame you for finally leaving me those months ago, but I know you too well.
You wouldn’t have ripped me from your heart, even though you should have. I don’t regret loving you, but letting you love me is the greatest sin.
Or second worst. The first was joining a gang.
I went numb as I ran out of things to care about.
Stopped caring about the taste of blood drawn in a fight, the bruises and cracked bones of my boys and myself, or what the other guys looked like.
Stopped caring about breaking into stores, robb
Literature
Unseen Redemption
Atested to time,
void's embrace.
Inside what may be,
time's limitless pace.
Abundance renowned,
a singular vision.
Distance presence,
united division.
Instinct abound,
abundant love.
In distant sounds,
of a white dove.
Resounding silence,
a touch of fate.
Instant redundance,
lucrative state.
A timeless honor,
in desperation astounds.
Vague whispers,
of void abounds.
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