Faking Friendship

It is to darkness I run,
It is to darkness I hide.
It is to you I reached,
It is to you I lied.

You won my respect,
Both inside and out.
It was with you I wished,
Something good would sprout.

I trusted you through,
the very thick and thin.
Hoping most dearly,
that your trust I'd win.

And then I fall short,
and realise the miss.
I realise it now,
How it was me you'd diss.

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When the outside doesn't match the in.

Why do you feel the weight of the world,
though your shoulders are still straight?
Why do you feel cold inside,
though it shortens not your gait?

Why is your heart black and blue,
though from the outside the truth you hide?
Why do you wish it weren't so,
when by lies and deceit you abide?

Why do you wish they knew the truth,
when your feelings you put away?
Why do you still try and act strong,
when you don't think you can go another day?

Why do you fight this war,
when you're fighting all alone?
Why do you shut the door,
and pretend that your heart, has turned to stone?

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He asked me if I'd take a penny for my thoughts.

A penny for your thoughts he asked,
and I told him the things on my mind.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I had thought then I'd be paid in kind.

A penny for your thoughts he asked,
and the closest friends we came to be.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I thought then the one he cared for, was me.

A penny for your thoughts he asked,
now rich with my thoughts he was.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
I thought his reason was more than 'just because'.

A penny for your thoughts he asked,
he's made me rich with a broken heart.
A penny for your thoughts he asked,
now my life has a broken start.

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Darkened moon, why do you weep?
Lifeless, listless, your children yearn for sleep.
Kept in chains and bound by laws,
Sleep is mauled by anger's maws.

Still the anger that clouds your heart,
Lest you tear a family's love apart.
Did you not teach your children that play is fair?
Even if hatred and rage are still there.

Quell your heart and its burning flames,
For burning bridges was never a game.
Smell the stench and if you feel it gnaw,
There are darkened souls that hope you feel guilt, for there is more.

Corruption will give what corruption will get,
So please don't make this the only place I have left to place my bet.

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Disparity

How can we live in so much excess,
when people live out on the street?
How can we let them die alone,
out in cold and desert heat?

How can we say we don't have enough,
when enough is a point far beyond of which we've gone?
How can we say that we want justice,
when our actions are more like that of a devil spawn's?

How can we say that the world is not fair,
when the one it's not fair to isn't us?
How can we act like we are the ones who wrong has been done to
when we shouldn't be the ones kicking up the fuss?

Maybe we are to act as a voice,
to call and bring in other men.
Maybe our role is just to work real hard
and bring change to this sorry land.

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Stay with me for awhile

I love the way you laugh,
I love the way you smile.
I wish that you could come,
and stay for more than awhile.
There is so much I have to say,
so much I want to do.
So much I want to tell you,
like the three words I love you.
Do you know that I'm in love,
with the person that I see?
The person who's in hiding,
the person right next to me.
I love you oh so much,
How is it you can't tell?
Do you know what it's like,
to seek the person for whom you've fell?
-I know I love you,
but to me I doubt you feel the same.
Is it really true,
that love and life are like a game?

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Stifle not the reader

Reading is an art,
reading is a tool.
Those who think it dumb,
must be such a fool.

Reading is enjoyment,
reading is a blast.
Reading is a separate entity
from the future and the past.

Reading is done in present,
though written in a tense.
Reading is about life,
in surprise or suspense.

Reading is a place of joy,
full of hope and song,
Reading is a place I feel
that I truly do belong.

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you were made in perfection and love
you were given great life from above
yet you make him cry
do you not know why
that your God is now weeping for you.

you were given the power of love
you were given the power from above
yet you chose to stay
far and far away

now it feels like your God is not there

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you don't turn night into day,
with your thoughts, with your actions and words.

you could have turned the night into day
yet you chose to stay far far away

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Love can cripple you with so much hate; even of oneself.

Carve a canyon in my soul; you can't hurt me anymore. Though I suppose the only one left hurting me is, and always was, myself.

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There was a time that my tears for you learned that they had the power to carve canyons deep into my soul. They learned that they could teach my muscles to cripple me with hate because I loved you so and hated the fact I did; because you, the you I kept locked up in those memories in my head, would always, always win. The masochist in me learned to like those torture sessions that wrecked havoc on me all over; crave them even. There are memories of you that linger on darker days, in the caverns and walls of this heart that learned to ache for you.

There are the rare good days when manage to somehow forget.

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Unspoken love will kill you in your soul.

There are things that we do
for the people that we love;
Strange things. From the ground
up to the sky above.

There are their secrets which we keep,
and bring with us to the grave.
There are their words, thoughts and actions,
that makes us free men and women all act like slaves.

There are their secrets which we keep,
which in our souls will burn away.
And yet we still stay steadfast
and never let them see the light of day.

They are the people we protect,
who know naught of this protection.
For we all fear if they knew
what went beyond mere affection.

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