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What do you do when the pain
Creeps into your brain?
Leaving behind the wreckage -
Ripping out your "sane"
How do you maintain
The strength from day to day
With the force that you hate
One day you'll fall on your face
A disgrace, replace the evil displaced
I didn't fall, I was pushed;
That's how I "fell" from grace
Creeps into your brain?
Leaving behind the wreckage -
Ripping out your "sane"
How do you maintain
The strength from day to day
With the force that you hate
One day you'll fall on your face
A disgrace, replace the evil displaced
I didn't fall, I was pushed;
That's how I "fell" from grace
Literature
A Child Again
I wish I could be a child again.
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishme
Literature
Mother
Mother:
The last time that I saw you, I left with bitter words
I never knew how much the things, I said to you would hurt.
And I never wanted to see you; so I tried to shut you out
But a Mother is the one thing that I cannot live without...
I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...
I never knew that things would be this way...
The first memory I have, is when you used to hold my hand
You taught me how to be a man but I threw it in your face
Still you forgave me and still you believed
But I took your faith and broke it up, like golden autumn leaves...
wh
Literature
Childhood
I am a child again.
I am playing hide-and-go seek under
my bed covers, kissing my pillow and
singing the sweet song of asphyxiation
with a scarf tight around my neck.
I am popping pills like dime-store candy
but getting no sugar high, just a low
low
low
low
low
and chasing it all down with bitter amber.
I am playing Daddy's little girl ("Little Miss
Anorexia", now), writing angry, scrawled
notes instead of carefully drawn birthday
cards and messy pictures.
I am sitting at the table, playing the great
game of life; but my piece has toppled over,
the cardboard world upside do
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I asked a friend, he didn't like the second part. What do you guys think?
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I like the second part, but I think the connection between the first and the second isn't as gracious or completed as it could be... I like the idea of it, going from strength to force, but there is something about the way it is phrased that seems off.
About the second part, I really like how you took an expression and flipped it from "falling" to being "pushed". That was a really clever move I enjoy to see.
About the second part, I really like how you took an expression and flipped it from "falling" to being "pushed". That was a really clever move I enjoy to see.