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Echos of Time
By: Bella Blue
Some distant thought
Memories lost in time
A forgotten name
Etched in pain
Upon my lips sit
A flicker of surprise
Burning bright as flame
As the forgotten sentiment returns
A wild, forgotten call
Of something once desired
An echo remains upon my heart
Like a faded tattoo
Invisible to the naked eye
A whisper of something
An echo of time
The Kansas Industrialist, Manhattan, October 18, 1916
The unlawlessness of white supremacy. Trump is walking talking double standard of inferiority.
The Hero Sephiroth
Not Built Like You
By Bella Blue
I'm not built
The same way as you
The darkness will destroy me
I learned to accept it
I learned to touch it
But I cannot live in it
I'm not built like you
It's dangerous for me
You can pull yourself back
From that crumbling edge
Stop yourself from plunging
Further into it
And seek help if you need to
But I'm not built like you
It harms me
I can't regain my footing that way
I'm not built the same way you are
It took me decades
Of clawing at the edges
To find my way out of the hole
The dungeon where I sleep
Dragging myself out
From the black abyss below
Squinting eyes at the sunlight
And you pushed me back in
As I stood there trying to see
I'm not built in that way
You want me to love it
To learn how to use it
To make it my existence
But I'm not built like you
I know how deep
The darkness can get
How dark it's hollow halls are
I cannot allow myself
To ever be that bereft of hope again
I'd would simply cease to exist
There is nothing left
Nothing to hold me here
Nothing to help me find my way back
No lighthouse in the dark
I am not built like you
I will panic
As I fall
And plunge deeper
With every step
Into a forever sleep
Until I no longer exist
And evil can't touch my soul
Because I'm not built like you
I need peace
Painted evil when she knocked on my door ,
3 times on whispers of deadly rattlesnakes and lies,
Her bones plated in fool's gold.
Eyes, diamonds from the darkest souls,
Haunted by cries a venomous sting.
They brushed her hair with tiger's teeth,
And paint her eyes with crushed raven's wings.
Cloak in shadows and dressed of velvet,
Darker than the midnight air,
Her lips, as red as blood in my veins,
Draped in the crowd's stolen fangs.
Their chorus of fear births a monster,
A melody of pain tempted by all the lost.
Her music screams wounds & forgotten costs,
So we snort this drug of misery,
Dancing with the reapers so gracefully.
And the midday sun hangs over the night,
We dig up and bury our nocturne tombs,
In thick air guided by the moons,
Of marble, swans, and empty rooms;
No life, or soul, or story exhumed.
Because everything is far more beautiful
When we're just so fucking doomed.
War of Reality
by Blue
Seeking justice for the deceased
Those who no longer exist
Using race and color as an excuse
A label forged in truth
Sullied for the battle we fight
Gender sexuality religion color race
Used as tools to divide us
while lying straight to our face
Because you can't see we are the chaos
the false flags to distract us
and we are so busy fighting
that we don't make the right fuss
They strip us of our freedom
One by one without notice
and we let them so we feel apart of something
while we live in squaler and piss
distracted by our own shit
fighting each other for politicians
when coming together against them
should be our only mission
destroying each other for what?
the people in control who use law to herd cattle
under cover of darkness and destruction
the latest collateral of this battle
like sheep as we fall to the ground
while they sit on high in comfort
padding their pockets with stolen money
taxing our lives like kings in the court
in their million dollar houses
and 500,000 dollar cars
eating in luxury unaffordable food
while swilling like drunks at a corner bar
eat the rich doesn't refer to who have it
it refers to those who use it
to keep the rest of us down
under their boots in the shit
making promises they never keep
to get elected to political seats
so they can strip us of our rights
and maintain their control over the peeps
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Human Illness
by Blue
we are all sick
born and bred like that
since the beginning of time
because we are humanity
we exist here
and so we are all sick
no one can escape
no one is pure
to be pure is to be perfect
nobody is perfect
we are all sick
every single one of us
sick from the start to the end
sick because we exist
Painted With the Mind
by Blue
a canvas of color
strewn across the sky
painted in a dark room
using the mind's eye
a tree waves in the breeze
as the wind whispers a name
run free among the willow wisp
the grass in my feet again
the torments of reality
left far behind
this little world
will forever be mine
In the garden of souls lay my sleeping grave,
I stood too tall, too many dreams to embrace.
like branches of thorns, reaching high to the sky,
Shielding my spirit from whispers of lies.
But as seasons changed her storms do brew,
The garden grew crowded, with shadows anew.
Amidst the trusted blooms, a poison appeared,
A friend and a foe with intentions of fear
And the fly trap she grew.
Truth was replaced with tales too bold.
How I moved in the sun was judged and told no.
Messages shared in secret, now weapons of war,
As my heart wept silently, longing for more.
As I danced with the winds, singing my freedom's song.
And though scars may linger, where wounds once bled,
I blossomed anew, now with petals of red.
For in the garden of life, where trials abound,
I found strength in my roots, firmly grounded in ground.
And though shadows may linger, in corners unseen
No one can say how you grow isn’t right
Let their shadows burn in your warming daylight
And though her tongue flicks, Her holy image projected.
Self proclaimed plastic crown protected
Desperate, and twisted when there is no war
It’s night on my field but No fear in my fight
Your mistake was the weeds, being made wrong,
Because the dandelion screams the most beautiful songs.
Cyndi Lauper - Hat Full of Stars (Official Audio)
Cyndi Lauper - Who Let In The Rain
