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We are humans because we have hope,
hope is our last strand, our safety rope.
But safety ropes can rip and tear,
and all that's left is empty air.
When it's your only reason to live on,
you just got to sing along with the song.
The sad song called life and reality,
with hurt and fatalities.
But sometimes it's all you have left,
and you need to prevent it's theft.
Never let someone steal your hope,
because it is your safety rope.
After you lose it,
you fall into a dark, dark pit.
For now, keep on going farther and farther,
keep on climbing, higher and higher.
Keep on living, keep on wishing,
Keep on smiling, and keep on hoping.
hope is our last strand, our safety rope.
But safety ropes can rip and tear,
and all that's left is empty air.
When it's your only reason to live on,
you just got to sing along with the song.
The sad song called life and reality,
with hurt and fatalities.
But sometimes it's all you have left,
and you need to prevent it's theft.
Never let someone steal your hope,
because it is your safety rope.
After you lose it,
you fall into a dark, dark pit.
For now, keep on going farther and farther,
keep on climbing, higher and higher.
Keep on living, keep on wishing,
Keep on smiling, and keep on hoping.
Literature
Worthless (original poem)
You take me for a fool, a coward in your eyes
Yet take a look through mine, gaze upon what I despise.
A life broken and beaten, used and abused
No worth, no intrinsic value, dazed and confused.
Would you show pity, mercy for this disgrace?
With shame in my eyes, I divert my gaze.
With blood-soaked wrists, I search for a light.
Snuffed out in a flash, leaving me cold in the night.
Should I exist, breathe and love, though it be a lie?
Should I go for the jugular, hoping to see you cry?
Don't mourn for me, you do not deserve
To shed a single tear, and stain God's earth.
My time has come, the hour of doom at hand.
A touching tribute,
Literature
metaphors for the lonely
we were too busy building galaxies to see the sadness invested in our hearts. and our faces were like geometric planes that were never molded to fit. if you searched my bag you'd find cinnamon and an x ray of your chest; things i want to keep with me no matter what state i'm in. sometimes i imagine us as part of a world that hasn't grown old yet.
you folded my heart into an origami bird and tried to let me be free, but all you did was break me down and now i can't seem to find the edges of myself.
i don't know what you need, but i am sorry that i couldn't be enough.
Literature
Away
The
white
plastic
bag
collapsed
on the
curb
circles
up
through the
air
and is
snatched by
a man
who
fails
to
fly.
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Somehow, I feel like this was taken right out of my own mind. Beautiful!