AgainFeet fall soft on concrete groundAgain by DanielleDestiny
Worn out shoes make no sound
Feel so trapped, but I’m not bound
I’m walking on my own again.
Midnight air cold on the chest
Muscles ache and beg for rest
For this life, I have no zest
I’m hiding from myself again.
People stare as I walk by
They laugh and joke, but I just sigh
Want to just break down and cry
I’m falling down that hole again.
Someone tell me why I’m here?
Please explain all that I fear?
Oh god who can make it clear?
Don’t want to walk alone again.
So many times I’ve walked this road
For my sins my youth was sold
This pavement has a stranglehold
I’m knocking myself down again.
The rain it comes and soaks my skin
Drowns the spirit that dwells within
I always lose, I just can’t win
I’m staring at the void again.
But with the dawn she’ll come to me
Reveal the truths I failed to see
The darkness becomes a memory
I’m heading back home again.
She tells me that she is here.
SpaceI took a walk amongst the stars,Space by DanielleDestiny
Danced around Jupiter, waltzed with Mars.
Wandered through the shrouded night,
Bathed in the glowing sunshine light.
Amazed I dwelt with Dwarfs red and white,
Felt the pull of Black Hole's frightening might.
But though I was stunned by this magical view,
Nothing, my love, compares to the wonder of you.
DifferencesI wonder sometimes, am I wrong to be meDifferences by DanielleDestiny
Is there a rule somewhere that says who I should be
Would it be better to just fit the mould
To follow the pack, and do what I’m told
Should I be defined by others opinion
Be content to fall into demarcated oblivion
Get a pat on the back as I quietly conform
Betray the person I was on the day I was born
Would I be happier being a different way
To have no beliefs, nor anything to say
Blending in quietly (if I was allowed)
With everyone else who hid in the crowd
Would it be right to feel so wrong
Just to be given a place to belong
To be accepted for that which I’m not
And lose my self-being, become a robot
If this is what we are made to think
Is it any wonder we are on the brink
Society wants us to live in the safety zone
To be one of the many, yet together, alone
Why do people, with chains and locks
Need to place each other in some conceptual box
Is there really something amazing to gain
By forcing us all to be treated the same
Dear SantaDear Santa can you fix it for meDear Santa by DanielleDestiny
To live a day of my life pain free
Where bullies won't rip off my shirt
And, just for once, the bruises don't hurt
Can you please make it that for this one night
My parents get through it without a bad fight
Or that I have an hour without the growing fear
That in the morning I won't be here
Maybe if I am good today
I won't be beaten for being gay
And that I might not have to grieve
Over a friend killed for what they believe
Please don't make it another night on my own
All the rest of this year I have been so alone
Everyone I loved has gone and I'm tired and old
No money for the heating, the house is so cold
Let me find a nice place in which to stay
I'm not fussy; just a nice alley or friendly doorway
Santa what I would give for a crust of fresh bread
Or one night spent safe in a fluffy soft bed
Bring back my daughter, I need her alive
Go tell her killer not to drink and then drive
Tell my mom I love her and give her a hug
Let her know I'm sorry for over
DeathbedDeathbed by angussporran
Deathbed- a dream by Angus Stewart, laid to rest in Prose
Bubbles of jellylike trapped air rose upwards through the pool's cyan water. Before his eyes and all about him they climbed as he pushed/glided by cumbersome underwater breaststrokes toward the tiled edge. Here he hoped to clamber up the side and out of the pool. He did not really know why he wanted to do this- nor did he know how long he had been swimming, or how he had got there. It didn't feel important. Maybe he had swum until his paid session was over and it was time to leave, or until he was too shrivelled to continue. Maybe he had stayed underwater until his eyes stung unbearably. Maybe he had appeared out of thin air.
His biceps and triceps squashed and tightened as he tried to pull his lank bodyweight over the pool edge onto the dry tiles. Less easy than perhaps it might once have been. W
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