But no one listened to her
Because she didn't have a pretty  face
To match her pretty  **mind

Strong, brave, and confident.
The most fearless of the land.
Bruised, battered, and worn.
She had ran for her life.
Hold on tight, and you'll win this fight.
Moving around the towns.
Until her fate was bound.
Getting to the point she hardly cared.
Her worries and fears she wished to speak.
But alas her lips were sewn shut.
Not a word. Not a peep.
So she wrote in her diary.
As if it were a song.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.
As she hid where she thought she'd be safe.
Where the gestapo couldn't find her.
But one day, there was her fate.
Only 15 years old.
Until this day.
Right in front of her.
The camp that carried the disease into her.
As she and her sister both died.
Would she have lived?
If she had ruled the land.
The only thing left was her diary.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.

I am innocent

I swear I'm not responsible
For any damage she's had
I swear I'm not the reason
Of her tears at night
And I swear I did not intend
To hurt and scar

I am guilty

I'm guilty for being weak
And guilty for being a kid
Guilty for committing a mistake
And for the actions I make

Misdemeanor; such ******
I slaughtered the feelings
We had for each other

Loving is a crime
And I am afraid
Of committing it again

let's cry together shy
for all the souls who are
gonna die
not knowing
the beauty of the forest glen
the fair shine of an evening sun
the smoke of fire
the mountains shoulder
the sea's vapor or
a young deer wild
loose upon the prairie
a goat baying
a horse gallop between their thighs
a river cold wash
their cares
away
the lover's paradise
that joy of a child that comes
when they look at you like god hisself
a new day unfolding
where dread or misdeed
gets put away in bright yellow
praise for
this is just another day
dead have seen as much
poets have felt
stroked
the felt of that fur
called forth to the God's the Earth's majesty
so much better
yet
it is until
I die when
I will shut up
and quit trying
to capture
this life
as well
as enjoy
it
in the meantime
let us
cry together

Nothing would make me happier
than if I were purely selfless,
but then I'd be happiest
and I'd have only served myself.

Wake up with an ugly old bed head
Breakfast is coffee and stale bread
I'd like to complain
About taxes and rain
But I won't
'Cause at least I am not dead