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TodayI saw something in the mirror today that kinda creeped me out.
It was a girl wearing a smile, not a frown nor a pout.

Her eyes were wide and shining, just as a summer sun.
Her laugh wasn't wooden and fake, but true and full of fun.

Her irises reflected happiness, not a trace of pain.
She was under perfect skies; not a drop of rain.

Angels swam around her, keeping the devil at bay.
Her life was precious and she wasn't throwing it away.

Her lips were red and shinging with a pure smile.
It was a sight her mirror hadn't seen in a very long while.

She wasn't at all pretty but a care she did not give.
Because today she woke up and said, "Toda

Tears don't bring the dead back to lifeIt's shadow times and sunken lives
in a grave of mud and flesh remains
they've killed many souls with bloody knives
and weaved their ladders out of veins.
"Away!" they shout when death has cried
and off they run, away from pride.
"Away!" they scream when death has blown
so off they go, when blood has flown.
Then there's the boom of drums and trumpets
wail. Men fall to graves; they've pain their debts.
There's rust in bones, and tears at home
And strange lost love that walks alone.
There's a pretty, kind lady looking out the window
little does she know that now she's a widow.
And the little young boy who sleeps in her arms
had just lost a father down by the dams.
A beautiful girl lies beneath the pine trees,
staring at the skies and all what she sees
is the bright red sun, bleeding on the horizon
the girl shuts her eyes and death brings her ease.
Once an old man had a wonderful family
who lived on the other five chairs around
the kids would play and jump so cheerily
filling a quie

PanicSometimes, I feel myself quickly slipping away
from the firm grasp of reality,
which had suddenly released its hand
that had held onto mine so tightly.
I feel myself falling -
falling from a sharp cliff towards a calm ocean,
only to be claimed by it, instead,
and be swept up in the currents' motion.

I wonder why - why I was let go;
why I didn't try to stop
being let go.

I struggle to gasp for air
but find myself unable to, alas,
for just water fills my lungs
and bubbles float up towards the surface.
Darkness sweeps over me and my heart stops,
for I fear the worst
may happen to me or my sweet reality,
as my lungs feel ready to burst.

I wond

Leave.Leave me alone!
Is that so hard to do?!
You don’t care about my feelings,
They are nothing to you!

What have I done wrong?
I just want you to leave,
You hurt me more and more,
So how can I believe?

Your words mean nothing,
Your apologies are fake,
Just stay away from me!
How much pain can I take?!

You got what you want,
But what about me?
I only want one thing,
I want to be free!

I can’t take it anymore!
Every night and day,
You just refuse to leave,
So at least stay away!

Plenty of TimeThere's still plenty of time
She said to the wind
And the wind whispered back
Not for those who have sinned;
Not for those who cry
In the deep of the night,
Not for those who die
In the darkest of light.

There's still plenty of time
She laughed to the boy
But he didn't laugh back
For he found no joy;
Not for those who slave
Through the long, hard days,
Not for those who pave
The path for your ways.

There's still plenty of time
She sighed to the moon;
The moon knew there wasn't
When you're filled with gloom;
Dear girl you must learn
Time's not what you think,
What you get, you must earn
When your life's on the brink.

There's still plenty of

Society is Screaming Society is screaming so loud, I can hear it internally
Inside my mind, bouncing off the boundaries
All the dishonor, poverty, lies and disgust sound eternally
I tell the world, warn them of this coming storm, they tell me it's imaginary

The ones who are here to help, they lie through their teeth and lungs
Lock me in, "fixing" me up, sending my mind reeling
Defiantly I fight, bare arms and legs, as they fill me with drugs
They've sent me so far from home, I'm so numb, I can't even feel my feelings

My mind is overflowing with images I don't own
I remain silent, let them believe it's working
Moving slowly through this twisted life

Lament of my Cowardly SpiritLament of my Cowardly Spirit
Between us there is broken glass
Shattered and mercilessly fractured
The acuminous edges so jagged and crass
That'd impair more the dispute if me it captured.
Still if one could feel both alive and dead
I feel like so; nonexistent, an apparition
As I weep my shadow curse in my bed
Entreat tears of my imprudent decisions.
If love were promise and forever abiding
Then why my allies forsake me ultimately;
My trust they defraud, passing, dying,
With I undesired ignorantly, impatiently.
So the glass I dare not touch
Admitting cowardice with a whimper
Not wanting the truth, if painful and such
Scared to even say a bloody whisper.
This murky spirit cries out this song
Oh, deceitful hope, please prove me wrong.

Come BackHere I am,
Slipping away,
I can’t see why,
They would look my way.

They see my mask,
But not my face,
They never know,
The darkness I want to embrace.

I’m glad to leave,
Since no one cares,
Where I’m going,
Or how I’ll get there.

So goodbye, everyone,
I’m leaving this land,
I see the light now,
But behind me. . .is a hand?

A hand pulling me back,
To where I once was,
It isn’t giving up,
And it works with a cause.

This cause it has,
Seems to be for me,
But. . .no one cares,
Yet this hand wants––no, needs.

Needs me to hold on,
It doesn’t want me to go,
Alright, I won’t slip away,

Teach me how to smile.I miss you more everyday
Like the sun misses the moon
and dream of the Eclipse
that brings me closer to you

It's torture being without you
Like soil without the rain
Your love fills me with peace
That gently massages my brain

Trying to forget you
Is like trying to swim upstream
If I even had the strength to do it
I wouldn't have the will to leave

Being in love with you though
Is like peacefully falling asleep
I need no longer to have a dream
Cause you're already with me

So hold your hand in mine
One more kiss before goodbyes
I'll always wait for you
because you taught me how to smile.

The Reason whyArguing again
It's all we ever did
Could've been over anything
Even someone else's kid.

Well today I was tired of it
Screaming for no reason
So with a slam of the door
I was off to enjoy the season

The beginning of spring
So the air felt so right
My mind was finally at peace
And time flew right on by

Then a sudden burst of reality
Came in the form of vibration
Checked the caller ID, it was her
Trying to ruin my calm sensation

Straight to voice-mail she goes
If she needed me she wouldn't have let me leave
Now it's back to my sweet nature
Oh how much I enjoy the breeze

Not even five minutes later
My phone's going off again
Can't she tell t

Broken Sentry

So you tell me that you care,
Don't you dare.
You sweet talk to me to make me smile,
But you're not capable of going the extra mile.

Is it just me,
Or is this the epitome
Of mankind with their silver chalices
Filling with wine from all the palaces.

You say you aren't going anywhere,
But run at first falter which isn't that fair.
Your lies, often told, sink into my skin.
My belief in them should surely be a sin.

In the case you are honestly not shallow,
Your bravery is a field, uselessly fallow.
You hold your contempt tight on your struggling heart,
That chip on your shoulder, making you tart.

But why, may I ask, have you managed to see,
T

The Fragility of Life

A little girl was born on a beautiful summer day,
by the time that she was two she'd learned to talk and play.
The next thing mommy knew she was now a child of ten,
playing with her Barbie dolls and sometimes with her Ken.

Then came sweet sixteen, with a car and a boyfriend too,
to her the world was kind and good with each day born anew.
On her graduation day her mom and pop were there,
the thought of sending her to Yale was more than they could bear.

Top of the class was she, now her future's on it's way,
but a baby came that year, she gave the child away.
When she'd finally made the grade her parents were so proud,
the crowds would come t

So You Know She's Alive She's gorgeous, pure mind, embodiment
Her future, paved in the cement

She laughs, so beautiful
A shaky breath, so wonderful

That was what she was,
But all that's turned to dust

On the outside, she doesn't seem bent
Still the same case, but what's become of it's contents?

Don't be fooled by what you see
On the inside, she may be ugly
Nothing left but the will to breathe

Sweet smiles, valentines
Heart cracks, with the stroke of time
Nothing left, her home is a lie
Wounded hopes, a dream that has died

Only a breath, so you know she's alive

MonstersWhen you look at me
Tell me what you see
What I saw could make me smile
But I'm done imagining

None of it's real to me
I don't trust my eyes to see
If I can't feel it, touch it
Then it's a failed attempt for peace

Probably not worth the effort
To try and re-establish shelter
Those four walls standing all around me
Will shatter at the hand of my temper

They say I'm a Monster
No manners or posture
But whenever I try to rise
You pull me back for torture

Well I'm sick of it
Your promises don't stick
You must be running to the bathroom
Cause you're full of shit

So I suggest you run
Always chase the sun
Cause as soon as you get caught by the m

Why do you?Why are you crying my dear?
Why is your beautiful face full of fright?
Please hand me the knife my dear.
I want to see you live through this night.

Why are you sad my love?
Why are you hiding from me?
Please don't hide because they called you queer.
I can't be happy if you can't be.

Why are you hurt my friend?
Why are you bleeding out?
Please tell me what he did my friend.
I will stop him without any doubt.

Why are you so small sister?
Why don't you eat?
Please tell me what you see.
I don't want you to give up to this in defeat.

Why are you drunk brother?
Why do you drown yourself like this?
Please don't do this to yourself.
She wasn't wo

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Whisper

by *RichardLeach, Apr 21, 2012, 7:16:16 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

I went to the zoo and let some wild things out.
That was a whisper - do not make me shout.

I kept on driving when the road ran out.
That was a whisper - do not make me shout.

I erased my book and tore the pages out.
That was a whisper - do not make me shout.

I love my life but with a trace of doubt.
Can you hear me whisper? Do not make me shout.

Whisperby *RichardLeach

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2012-2013 *RichardLeach

Inspired by I'm a whisper by Hanan

The image above the text is Hanan's and is used by her kind permission.

We published Unlike Things Must Meet in 2011. Our continuing collaboration is A brave unbodied scheme.

*Markus43 May 8, 2012

sometimes, the whisper is much greater than the shout

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*RichardLeach May 9, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

the shout can be too loud to understand

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*djailledie May 2, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

So should we make her shout or not?

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*RichardLeach May 3, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

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*partiallyHere Apr 21, 2012

i find that this poem resembles me a lot!

i imagine my friends reading it somewhere and saying, ah, that's Hanan!
or maybe it's just me

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*RichardLeach Apr 21, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

the image of your friends reading this and recognizing you makes me smile and laugh!

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*partiallyHere Apr 21, 2012

and i wanted to say thanks, too

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*RichardLeach Apr 21, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

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*aerendial Apr 21, 2012

whisper.

I must buy your book.

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*RichardLeach Apr 21, 2012 Professional Traditional Artist

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