Man Made the Money. by KelaLewis-Morin, literature
Literature
Man Made the Money.
Man Made the Money.
We think that if we had more money everything would be different.
That we would suddenly be able do all the things we always desired.
Because the lives we lead right now have become predictable and consistent.
And should we choose to, we could be the ones that are rejoiced and admired.
We could be the ones on the front cover of every magazine.
We could be the ones appearing on everyone’s television screen.
We could be the ones that the paparazzi haunt and terrorise.
We could be the ones that have our every move televised.
With the aid of money we could have unlimited vacations
And have access to an infinite amount
The Show Must Go On. by KelaLewis-Morin, literature
Literature
The Show Must Go On.
The Show Must Go On.
You’re meant to be sad,
As long as the flowers last.
Well at least that’s what they say.
Then why do I still feel bad,
Even though time has passed.
I find myself thinking about you everyday.
After mourning and mourning,
On the dawning of the next morning.
Your unplanned departure will still be daunting.
How am I supposed to grasp your sudden disappearance?
When every time I close my eyes I can see your appearance.
How can I class your death as an untimely interference?
One that is destined to occur throughout my life time and time again.
These engraved names are the people I call my family, confidants and
A Step Too Far.
She just couldn't take it anymore.
She threw her purse and her child's lunch box on to the floor
Of the fourth storey of the local car parking complex.
The lord only knows what will possibly happen next.
She begins tugging on her hair furiously in agitation.
Talking to herself having an in depth conversation.
Pacing up and down and aggressively talking in tongues.
Labelling herself as an unfit lover and mother to her husband and son.
Tears begin to cascade from her face violently.
She didn't tell her husband about her woes instead she chose to silently
Keep it to herself and let it eat her up inside.
But eventually
Self-Inflicted
I just hate myself.
I hate the life that I lead.
I hate the things that I've done.
I keep trying to figure out.
Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
No matter how hard I try to evade
And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.
That the problem resides within me
And the answer remains absent.
I am the common dominator.
I am
Abduction.
Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.
Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.
Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.
Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.
With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.
How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?
No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.
No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.
Short-Lived.
Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.
For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.
Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.
We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.
Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.
Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.
So although you may think the worst is yet to come.
No matter the occasion whether it be
Difficult
Distasteful
Distressing
Or disastrous.
At least we were graciously gi
It always hurts a little more when you find yourself weighing ten pounds less.
It kills you inside to know that your next hot meal is anybody's best guess.
And when you never come down, but you fall.
When you're in an alley cramping with no one to call.
When your head is swimming so bad you can't even crawl.
That's when you know the game is over and you were left behind the 8-ball.
When you can't stop remembering every one of your regrets.
And all you need is something to calm your nerves.
But the cigarettes in your pocket are soaked through with sweat.
And then you realize that with your glass pipe smile-disguise.
That another wee
I drift off to sleep to the sound of the war drums.
The drums announce the oncoming war within me.
Waking as the percussion reverberates off the pieces of my heart.
With each piercing beat my stomach drops.
The drums fill me with anxiety I fear to face.
I try to ignore them but they nag me like a telltale heart.
I feel my sanity slipping through the cracks in my mind.
Loved ones see the struggle in my eyes.
Within me, the sides of life and death will soon be locked in battle.
Its hard to breath, I feel my strength wane.
The doctors inject me with wizardry to bolster the ranks of life.
The battle rages on and on without stop or lull
Reflection of the Unknown by SingerOfTheNight, literature
Literature
Reflection of the Unknown
Her eyes stare back at me in disbelief
And she wonders why I have witnessed this defeat
The battle is lost, but the war has just begun
As we fight on different sides, when we are supposed to be one
Her movements match mine and her heart beats the same as me
But her life is totally different in places it should not be
We have the same name, same hair, same lies
And sometimes, we even wear the exact same disguise
The world sees her today, as she has won this fight
And I only hope I am seen later on in the night
I place my hand on the glass that separates us
And she does the same, as she knows she must
I do not recognize h
Still Waiting
Dedicated to Richard Matchett
School
An endless spiral of torture
Given breath from the
Writ of God:
The Holy Book, "flawless" in
Morality.
Another six hours of
Barricading my true soul
Within the grey;
Of sustaining phrased abuse
As it's hurled through the
Spectrum of my "life":
A withered rose,
It's petals, brown and torn,
Gnawed by creatures
With bits and pieces still
Stuck between their fangs.
Dull thorns line its stem,
Having no will to be sharp.
Yes, that is my life,
Because I'm a faggot,
And I'm confined in a school,
Where the word "Catholicism"
Is written on the walls
In blood:
The blood of all