~Aletra
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DeadLifeless eyes, So many tries.Dead
But there is a repulsion in place, On the clock of a face. Stand shoulder to shoulder, Never knowing if you should hold her. Uneasy looks, It’s written in books. The heart of another is stolen, When one has fallen.
A voice is not enough, But the lie is tough.
Its all that I want, And I know that I can’t.
Wish I couldn’t,
Know I shouldn’t. Bitterness flows over my tongue, When the praises have been sung. I can’t do this anymore, And keep myself curled up on the floor. &nbs
by ~Aletra
Drowning in lifeInsufferable irony, poisoning the ears of a china coloured face. Time moves like coffee, too close to touch, not enough to smell. If hearts could fly, they would get caught in the chain fences, of an opressed mind. Ignorant? Or just uneducated? Words like knives. Yesterday dried on their lips. Somewhere people are dying, while their words go unnoticed. If living was a crime, they would get a misdemeanour. Colour screams into your eyes, like a dead hand, unable to write. Beyond the window of this nightmare, time stands still.Drowning in life
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The PuppeteerYou make them dance and sing, I can tell you've been practising, Force them to keep the beat, Tell them to sleep, breathe and eat. The Puppeteer..you don't fool me, You think that I can't see? Through all your lies, I can see in your eyes, The hate you hold, that has not been told. Just shared with your friends, the other who pretends, To be force fed, remaining dead. But given light, and sudden sight. Even a puppet can tell when its... broken.The Puppeteer
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Bitterness and ButterfliesSuch rudimentary flesh have I, It usually has the strength to lie. What it has learnt from ages past, Is that nothing true can ever last. If love is a song, The tune has been sung wrong. If happiness was a beat of my heart, I'm still waiting for the rhythm to start. If justice is truly swift, then why has it been caught adrift? Perchance, to gaze above, Is to find the one to truly love. Such rudimentary flesh have I, it is customary for the heart to fly.Bitterness and Butterflies
by ~Aletra
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