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Stretches before sleep

joints snap, like withers snags of twigs easily caught in a grip from a work-filled day sensation rushes, and rises up relaxation seizes it's time soft movements among gentle grace kindly set to rest in the right place

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You cannot put yourself down so low

As your heart breaks out and your emotion stops it's flow

You cannot say you are nothing, for I'll tell you so,

You are much more than you know.

People spend hours, in dark nights

crying all over a wishful sight; of you standing there with

your head held high

breaking all the chains that dare tie.

People shed tears

of love and sorrow

so much for you because they want you to know

how much they actually care

and would hate to see you go.

Tears of joy when you smile

and tears of hope when they see you walking away from

an unstained tile.

They do not mean harm from their tears, they are just so overwhelmed

They cannot express themselves in any other way, so they are left

to sing out their silent tears

You do so much, and they try to give back, and sometimes you don't

see that. But that is okay, you are only learning. Nothing is hurt in

learning and then knowing.

You are so much more, than what you think will ever be,

and that's why I hope you never see the tears from me.

-Ildiko

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One or the Other

A world of peace?

Or a world of happiness?

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Happiness seems to be the core of what a lot of people wish to have. Some are happy. Some aren't Remember, happiness is a choice. That doesn't necessary mean peace.

Yet

Peace is calming and trusting, knowing that there are no unwanted threats. But that doesn't mean there is happiness. There could be peace and still people would be unhappy.

I'm not sure. The question just thought itself up, I suppose.

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Frightened

I just saw a human's beating heart.

Open and raw, as if it were reaching out.

Fighting for breath that it doesn't need, only to choke on

the blood it bleeds.

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Body

I have spots and I have marks Splattered with indifferent patterns

I have scratches and lightly spelled words Written all over me

There are spikes and bruises spread Wounded flesh with a cursed head