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WhyamIaSpoon Feb 2012
I'm scared
I'm alone
There are no more paths
I'm scared of the dark

Darling everything's going to be alright
I remember you told me never to leave you alone
And here I am with you in the darkness
The sun is going down and we should stay in the dark

Their voices haunt me
The war is raging on
Come morning light
I'll be safe and sound

Just close your eyes, the darkness is where we'll stay
In the dark you can't see the war and all the hatred
All you'll see is my face
All you'll feel is my hand

The light shows all
It shows you the blood and death
Don't look outside it's all there
Why are you scared of the dark?

I'm not
Now I'm scared of the light
WhyamIaSpoon Feb 2012
Box kid, Box kid
He's got a box head
He looks fairly weird
And that's commonly said

But he's not to be feared
He just wants a friend
He'll be faithful to anyone
To the end

You don't know this box kid and many don't
It's because the things you said
That left him alone

And with your words of hate and terror, you wanted to transcend
When in reality, if you stayed put, the box kid could've been your friend
My friend actually showed me a song that she wrote that originally was supposed to be funny. However, when she gave me the lyrics, I felt like the box kid was kind of an outcast and so it led me to edit the song a bit and make it relate more the the theme presented in the poem. I know the poem already sends the message, but I would just like to reiterate once more. Please, just because someone looks weird, acts in a funny way, or has odd habits, don't make fun of them or alienate them. For all you know, they could be very cool people. For all you know, they could be the life of the party. Most people these days are so boring and unoriginal; frankly, you should be looking for these "weird" people so they can spice up your life.
WhyamIaSpoon Jan 2012
Ace
One day, I'll fly away
Leave this all to yesterday
Because I was told not to regret
The decisions on which my life has been set
WhyamIaSpoon Jan 2012
My auspicious and audacious assault augments the annoyance of aged accomplices.

My bodacious broadside of boffolas berates and buffaloes bros beneficently.

A classy crusade Clownishly chiseling and criticizing childishness.

A devilish ******* of dillydallying dullards; devoutly denying dimwits the dulcet dream of defiance.

Excessive, exuberant edification, ebulliently eliminating education-evictees.

A fair-weather frolic in flippancy with furious fools floundering in flawed foppishness.

Gregariously grating glum guys gleefully, growing grander garnishes of gripping gallantry gaily.

Heckling hooligans highlights my heavenly humor.

Irreverently irking irritable, iniquitous idiots in inestimably infuriating and incredible instances.

A jolly, jocular **** joking with jerks.

A kreiger kicking kleptomaniacs in the karyotype. (Cut me some slack, this is 'k', after all.)

A ludicrous, laughing lambaste of lollygagging lunatics, loftily loosing luscious lunacy on lucky losers.

A magnificent masterpiece of malfeasance, a monstrous, malevolent mission of massive misfortune for the minor minors missing no malicious missive.

A noxious, narcissistic niggling of nitwits, niftily nixing the noisome naivete of niggardly nobs.

An offhand, off-color outburst of outlandish observations to outclass the obnoxious overtures of obsequious offal.

A pragmatic prediction of possible platitudes or platypi, a placid parley of pyrotechnic pleasantries provoking Pyrrhic protections by prurient prats.

A quixotic quibble quarreling with a queer quarry.

Ribald ribbing, ruining the robust reality of the repreachful, repugnant, and rapacious with risque ridiculousness.

A silly, slighting slander of sluglike slavishness, succinctly sinking sloppy simpletons sourly.

Tracing the titillating talent of towing tyranny to towering terrors to tactless, togless, terrapins of the times.
WhyamIaSpoon Dec 2011
There is a smolder
The light beats like a babies heart
Dark soot struggles to hold the feeling within

It smells alive and faintly familiar
The ashes shudder
The heat breathes
It starts again

Tentatively, it prods the ash
Rearing its back, it remembers
pain
betrayal
sacrifice
Approaching cautiously
Trying to bring back the warmth

It flickers with familiarity
A touch of warmth
They bond and flare
Sending sparks into the air

Glimmering, the air rises to the skies
On the ground it shimmers
Scarred by ash, it still shines
WhyamIaSpoon Dec 2011
I hear the songs that say wish you were here
They ask me to think about who I want near

My thoughts instantly race to you
why can't they go
I can't tell what you want or how you feel
since you don't show

Actions speak louder than words
but obviously you don't get what that means
You tell me you care
but you say that through a computer screen

Where are your emotions
Why don't you act the way you feel
I don't want your words
I need you to release what you conceal

But by now I'm not sure if things will last
Too many secrets, to many fights, we're a thing of the past
WhyamIaSpoon Dec 2011
The air is tense
Something is wrong
I'm the intruder
I've jumped the fence

Their backs all turned
Their faces hidden
The place is cloudy with noise
But some how well litten

Why do I feel out of place
What is the difference here
Searching and feeling
I'm stuffed with fear

Mysterious faces
No that's not it
My breath shortens to my paces
As I realize what it is

I'm not different in color or race
Just something worth while
Because everyone except me
Has on a smile
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