

Left BehindYellow-gray stormy skies elicit flashes Impending doom settles into the steamy air A backdrop for a decrepit scene Crumbling cement, aging brick Ivy fighting up the decaying sides Entering through a shattered window A place where laughter once echoed into the night Remnants of an ancient life A little girls doll falling apart Its cotton interiors spilling from a split chest It is home now, for a small rodent That feasts on the remaining energy Whats left of a once beautiful dwelling Where its people laughed, loved, and cried Where joy and sorrow thLeft Behind


Human NatureThey tell me that despair is human nature. The suffocation that pushes an individualHuman Nature
Past all common sense and practicality
As they struggle to face death and win Is considered to be completely normal.
They say that excessive pride is human nature. Standing above the rest as they kiss your feet And placing oneself in a position of superiority Where the delicate relationship between
Slave and Master exists is also normal.
They say that fear is human nature as well. The fear that drives great people to their ruin Or that subjugates entire populations into &


Lost ThoughtsDo you still remember your dreams from a childhood so long ago? The stars always grow fainter as you bloom into an adult. Is it really ok to let go of those fervent hopes? Trying to find out who could possibly be at fault As the sun-kissed skies fade away into an endless midnight. You cannot seem to find the awe that life had given to you anymore and The glass stands half empty as you scrutinize what is left. Can you find that spark that had filled your youth with laughter? The miserable grey clouds overhead shed an endless shower of tears As the smiles of innocence fade away from your facLost Thoughts


Life as we know itIts the daily things that make a routine, Make life as we know it The subtle alarm in the morning The hustle of preparation to face the world The vexing traffic as we head to school or work Or maybe the quiet mornings alone at home Waiting for your children and husband to come back The usual lunch with the usual people The same fight with the same authority And the evening rush hour as we return home The scratches and bruises, trophies from a brawl The things waiting for you as you open the door And turn in for a night of continuing work Or, if youre lucLife as we know it
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