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The Prison What do you find when staring into space, unattended by anyone but yourself? You search your brain, wondering at your vicarious thrills, wondering when they end. They're childish; insane. Why are you the way you are? High thoughts racing through your mind, blinding tails trailing along behind, refusing to be left out of the fun. Your mind crashes beneath the waves of imagination. You fall asleep and dream where you left off. The escape from reality falls when you awake, caught in a landslide. The whispering sounds of wingbeats and breathless cries pull you this way; grades and parents forcing you the other. You make a desperate attempt to stay in your so well thought out fabrication of life beyond us. You see it here, there, everywhere, and the magic is, we don't. It floats around our heads, murmuring words of comfort we do not hear. You watch and laugh. We can't be a part of your world since we never understood.
I Love You?Nothing happens on days like these,With the bright sun shining through the trees.As people walk by,I sit and stare,Enjoying the morning air.The man next door waters his plants,And I turn away from him without a second glance.Nothing happens on days like these,With happy thoughts floating through my head,Ignoring any harmful thoughts that were once said.Loving the days as they pass by,I still stare up at the amazing blue sky.I wish I had wings,And other amazing things,But I know I'm lucky to have what I do.So love, love, love to everyone,And that includes you.
The Memories Sunday Holds.Sundays are filled with the nostalgia ofBroken memories and teary goodbyes,Clinging onto what she had left,Hating them for making her go.The shadows remind herOf the time of dayWhere she'd be startled at a knock on the doorAnd her heart would sink at the sight of them.Hiding behind the recliner,Her body shook with the fear of being caught,Afraid they would take her backTo the place where she did not belong.Ready to take her away,They exchanged hellos with their son,And their granddaughter,Then whisked her off, still crying for her Daddy.He's gone, not here anymoreShe's gone, not there anymoreHer fatherHis daughter.