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Screaming Against the WindFacing the west,
Arms outstretched in the embrace of the storm tearing at my skin,
I scream it out.
Paranoid by every horrible thing on the news,
Questioning my sanity with each dream I have,
Wondering what it means to be
Still, I'm screaming for my existence.
I can't seem to stop.
But whenever I can,
I'm holed up
In a room with walls of music
With the pain and suffering in my heart.
Still, I put on a poker face and try to absorb others happiness since I can't produce any of my own.
Smiles aren't contagious,
People just adopt those smiles to hide their suffering.
I can live in denial and think everyone else is just like me.
Still, my tortured,
Broken heart is screaming against the wind to release it all before I go crazy.
Or before others are screaming for me.
TurningCan you feel it?
The turning world?
Beneath our feet?
Maybe we can't tell right now.
We're moving as constantly as it is,
So maybe we're just distracted from it.
When I sit really still,
There it is again.
I can feel it turning.
Or, maybe, I'm just imagining things?
How could someone feel such a slow motion move them in space?
Impossible, is it not?
I can feel it again.
And I become a part of something bigger than myself.
It's gone again.
LostYou walk the same trail every day.
See the same tree,
See the same birds,
See the same flowers as you always would.
But you don't wanna admit it.
The forest turns into farmland.
The same little families greet you every day in your wanderings.
The same sheepdog comes to you for a petting.
You go to sleep in the same little hut you always do.
But even then,
The farmland turns into a village.
The same peasants smile as you give them a coin each day.
The same bread smith sells you the freshest loaf.
The same birds come to you for your crumbs.
But even then,
Then comes the concrete jungle.
The same gangs fight.
The same little kids ask if you'd like to play ball with them for a little while.
The same man is out on the streets looking for a good time while he puts up with his wife doing the same.
You're wandering without a home as the era pass by,
Nothing but a refugee from your suffering as you never allow yourself to
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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