silvercchile
We are a choir, singing familiar Christmas carols
The voices, we have practiced for months
to get the precise harmonies
There was no sides, no division
All the voices are needed to hear
the complete message, united.
The homeless living on the street
The homeless living far away from
anyone, they know
Homeless, lost is such a haunting word
They get lost in the pavement
We look away from them.
In shame.
Some live there by choice.
Some never see the way out.
We are all the same. Looking
for a place of our own.
(Casting down, more like throwing down
Destroying, breaking apart
Completely dismembering something
Throw it towards a direction, with force,
Letting go of something and not getting it back the same)
You may not like what it looks like
After it has been cast down
But it is yours, so you take it
and try to reassemble the pieces.
But you know, the only one who can
is the one who made it in the first place.
The trench was deep
There was no way out, it seemed
I have dug a hole
That only I could have fallen into
That only I can get myself out of
Panic set in
As the darkness became darker
I can hear me breathing
But is there another breath?
Someone above has come to the rescue?
"I have done nothing wrong"
Or so I thought.
Grabbed by the wrists and ankles,
I was carried to the darkest room
Wondering why and who and what was done
The only light that shown
was from a crack in the roof
Hoping, praying for anyone to find me
Falling asleep, then waking up to find me
Safe in my room...
What if I am still trapped inside?
Knock on the door of my heart
I may not open for you
Because you knock like everyone else
You say the same things
But if you keep knocking
I may see the difference
If you change your voice
From all the others
I may take a look to see
If you are who you say to be
The sound of mouths
barking back and forth
jabbing, laughing
dripping of gossip, slander
BLAH. BLAH. BLAH.
How can someone live
constantly smearing garbage?
They talk about everyone
when they themselves
can never be happy again.
Something was burning,
I could smell the wood and ashes
As my heart increased its beating.
It felt like my heart was bursting
As the fires engulfed my sorrows.
It was more than just sadness burning away.
It was love.
You think this is all a game. Trying to control my own character to lead it where I think it should go. But I keep dying. I keep losing. You keep fighting back and knocking me down. Just like a guy to do things like that. This is why I didn't like playing video games with my brother. He was always better than me at those fighting games. But he always gave me a chance to defend myself. Not like other guys. At least I was trying. At least I was involved at playing games with him. Now I'm glad that I tried, because I may never be able to play games with him like we used to.
Five days. Five hours. Five o'clock.
Five fingers on your hand. One day my hand will have a ring
But what if I'm wrong?
Five chances. I've messed up on them all.
Most have moved on,
But I feel I am still
standing still.
What has happened to me
In these 5 years?
How did I get stuck here?
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