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minister'good morning,' the reverend bellows
'what a lovely collection of idols
we have gathered today'
they're a spectacle of a scatter plot on the pews

the bronzed hypocrisy of saved men sitting still,
saints on the neutral ground of benches
is an inconsistency i'll struggle
to reconcile with the jacob's ladders of rough-hewn grace
swooping in on souls or spirits
which have proven to be untouchable
not for sale in even the blackest of markets

speak, preacher. preach. i've always listened piously
and i'm not yet thinking of sunday dinner:
will the chicken be hot will the apple crisp burn

i mimic transcendence of the physical
i, bei

Maybe MidnightYou love me still right?
*silence*

Bang-Up BostonBoom!
What was that? The signal gun sounding that someone’s won?
The sound of another marathon that’s over and done?
No. It’s not.
Breaking news!
Flags from all over falling down,
Hundreds of innocent bystanders dropping to the ground
Just like little flies
All for what? For some sick creep’s twisted dream,
For a bunch of thugs who’re just itchin’ to make us fall at the seam?
“Who did this?! Who did this?!”
The question on everyone’s mind, the question that everyone’s asking
“I don’t know!”
The enraging ‘answer’ that everyone’s using, because they’re just as clueless as everyone else,
But yet, the people still scream
“Who did this?! Who did this?!”
48, 49, then 100 plus
The number of the people’s limp but alive bodies piling up by the second
The message remains unclear, but still it

...Things.So for those of you who know me in real life.
I feel like lately my group of friends has been like treating me like crap.
I'm really serious here.
I feel like the unwanted friend of the group.
Like I am always less than everyone else.
And I feel like my drawings, Writings, Etc. are like crap to everyone except for like 2 people most.
and you know....that hurts your confidence...
thinking that your best...just isn't good enough.
And I feel that some people just don't get how my personality is...
Yes, I can get obnoxious.
Yes, I can get a little bitchy.
Yes, I make fun of everything.
But that doesn't mean you have to go and make me feel more depressed than I already am.
I also feel there is an unfair bias in my group of friends at school.
like guys, its ok to like someone's stuff, but when someone else has something they want to show you just don't blow them off.
that's what I feel is happening to me. and I'm sorry for like any of you people who read this and did nothing to me ever in my

Just pointing out somethings...Recently, there's a lot of things that I have dealt with. I've think that I had a break through in myself. I always wanted to get it out and didn't know how, but I have found one person who have made me thought hard about it. This person really taught me to speak for what I believe in. I do believe and I do dream but the material for it is so hard to find. I feel like I've fallen hard and I've been on my knee literally begging for someone to help. But no one can, but it doesn't mean I will give up. I just hope that one day accomplished what I always wanted to accomplished! people will know who I am, even if it takes millions of years, and into the next life. I will at least get my message out there. Maybe many of you want to give up and decided that you made a big mistake, but take a long good thinking about it, and ask yourself; Who Am I?

Un BaiserUn baiser,
aussi doux que la pluie
en été.
Que mes mots m'échappent
et mon âme se coule
en rivière
pour te rencontrer,
seulement pour quelques instants
une ligne brisée
dans l'éternité;
que la lumière constant
de mon amour
me prend en flamme
et me consomme
entièrement.

Speak~*... You all speak English
I speak Hindi
How can we keep doing this?

~K.C.

The Soul Is Like WaterThe Soul is like water,
flowing,
it fills up your entire being to the brim.
Your body,
is made just to keep it from spilling out,
so the next life may recieve it as full as the last.

Why Do Humans Hate?Why do humans hate? It is a question that I have asked many times but to no avail of an answer. But I have came close to it; and I realized that with anything good, there must be something equaly bad to rival and antagonize it, and it reminded me of what Martin Luther King Jr had once said: "Darkness cannot drive out darkness- only light can do that. Just like hate cannot drive out hate- only love can do that." It still doesn't answer a thing, though. It doesn't make sense, how someone can actually believe that hating someone could ever accomplish anything but destruction. I often pity people like that, the people who so blindly and so niavely believe that hate can do anything more than ruin their own lives. It's like pointing and laughing at yourself in a mirror with the delusion that your reflection is someone else. I have no "need" to hate, I have a life on this beautiful planet, I have the pleasure of knowing both my Mother and my Father, I am perfectly healthy in body an

Skin.I wish I believed
In the man in the sky.
Because maybe soon again
I'll pray not to cry.
And perhaps he'd ignore the sins
Grant me a second try.
Pray again and I'll wish to be placed
In different skin.

I also kind of want to be
Less of my own bully.
It hurts it really does
I don't mind if society despises me,
But it really sucks when I despise me,
More.

At the end of the long day
I run out of things to say,
To myself I pray,
That maybe one day,
I'll get myself thin,
And be stuck in a much different
Skin.

Loner's PlagueSeeping in my bones
There's a plague called loneliness
Withering my soul

HimI try not to think so much,
But,

He's constantly on my mind.
What he says,
How he says it,
And how he smiles when he
does.

He can't say or do much,
Without letting a little laugh
escape him.
When he talks,
His hands move,
Rigorously, it's as if he talks
with them.

It's a little scary
How he's painting in my mind,
Perfection as he is

But he might just
Not think one bit
Of me.

Broken momentsSitting beside the window
Twisting a strand of hair
Thinking of those broken moments
Which no magic can repair

It seems like just now
You whispered something about love
It took me to up to the sky
Among singing and dancing doves

Oh how can I forget
That smile, that blush
Which only and only your voice could bring
No matter I was in what rush

But then fate came in
Tore me from within
Smashed and thrashed the dying me
And left no way for light to come in

I should have known
Happiness isn’t for me
I never get what I long for
No matter how much I plea

So now I have to move on
Or at least I would try
Because this world never bears a we

The little things.Everything is so delicate,
As if it's all balancing on a thread.
We live for the big things in life,
But often forget the little ones.

The long nights we spend reading,
Or with friends and family.
Laying in bed, thinking of those we love,
Worrying, pondering, hoping.

Those times when we laugh until our stomachs hurt,
Or until we're just on the ground, laughing.
The songs we love, playing constantly.
The notes dancing in our minds.

We often live for the big things in life,
But now, I hope,
You'll remember the tiny ones,
Too.

Hush, hushAlways watching,
Always scrying
Dark as night,
You're petrifying

Now i'm waiting
In the darkness
Heart is aching
Now I'm breathless

Show me with your ebony eyes
The truth you try in vain to disguise
You know it won't be long
Until I know what's wrong

So please tell me what you're trying to hide

We've never met here
In this life
Please don't stab me
with a knife
I can't stand you
When you're nice

So why don't you just get a life

You look at me
And turn away
What you see
Is what you say
I'm not beauty
But I'll stay

So please just never go away
Please don't ever leave me here
I'll do anything, please, I beg!

Hush, hush..
I've fallen for

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by *Meireis, Nov 25, 2012, 1:13:34 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Can butterflies sing?
Can ladybugs cry?
If snow falls down,
do leaves have to die?

Until too much brightness can burn your eyes,
maybe to stay inside is a good advice?
Maybe all the truth should be hidden in the maze,
Until one of us has found its place?

Is it possible you can sing?
Is it possible you can cry?
Will you fall down?
Or will you just die?

Lifelikeby *Meireis

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2012-2013 *Meireis

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*gee231205 May 27, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Very lovely words.

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Mood: Wow!

~Writer84 Nov 26, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Wow so simple yet powerful

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*Meireis Nov 26, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Then mission accomplished

Thank you

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~Writer84 Nov 26, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

You are most welcome

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