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"The Outcast"
They see me as they want to see me,
They never see who I am.
They think they can bug me as mutch as they want,
Because I don't react or retaliate.
They think they can tease me as they will,
They think they can laugh and jeer.
But I am sensitive to those knife-thrusts,
Even though I act as if I don't hear.
I can be woonded mentally, emotionly, physically,
And I have been woonded many times.
I react the only way I know.
I am a passive-agressive outcast,
Just trying to survive.
"In the Night"
In the silence of the night,
Far from anyone's sight.
Silent pain is revealed,
Pain not quick to be healed.
Many tears have I cried,
While lying on my side.
In the quiet of the night,
My fears take flight.
Fears of future, fears of pain,
Fears of which no two are the same.
Many tears have I cried,
While sitting at my bedside.
In the peace of the night,
I hide from other's sight.
I don't know how to fight,
To find and reach the light,
But I try to do what's right.
In the thick of the night,
In the night.
"End of the Wind" or "For Austin"
Wind,
Blowing fierce,
Blowing free.
Full of life,
Full of love of life.
You ceased blowing,
Never to blow again.
Why did you leave?
Why did the Lady end,
Your lively breeze?
Why the suffering,
Why the pain?
No wind to blow,
In this pounding rain.
The breath of life,
Has gone.
My tears fall,
With the rain.
My silent suffering,
I will bear alone.
I will not share,
This burden with my friends.
I will not lean on the wall,
My crying will not be heard.
This is my silent cry of pain.
"Geyser"
Hot water,
Coming from the earth.
Riseing, spraying, boiling hot,
Hitting earth longing for cool.
Like my emotions,
Deeply hidden by pride.
They want to surge,
Run free.
But I burry them,
Deeply within myself.
Pressure deeply burried,
By pride and time.
Pushing them up,
Making them rise, sometimes,
Tears, anger, pain, and fears,
Overwhelming me.
Pride makes me want to hide,
To hide the emotions.
To make my tormentors,
Think I can take anything.
But I can't.
I'm human.
My feelings sometimes surge up,
Like water from a geyser.
"A Tribute"
I just can't find the words that say,
Exactly how I feel.
That describe the pain so deep inside,
Pain that is so real.
First empty with loss,
Then heavy with pain.
When the fire went out,
Extinguished by the rain.
I know I must move on,
Get on with my life.
But this woond is too deep,
Like it was cut by a sharp kinfe.
Tears flow like rivers,
From redened eyes.
My heart feels so dark,
Just like stormy skies.
Its just so hard,
To say good-bye,
To a friend,
That has died.
"Little One"
Little one,
Gone away.
Tears falling,
Every day.
Now you're gone,
Though so small.
You've had naught a chance,
To live at all.
Tears form rivers,
And flow away.
Though the sorrow,
Stays and stays.
in rememberance of my friend's nephew, who died of SIDS recently
"Song of Silver"
A lonely huntress,
Travels a weary road.
She has always been,
Ever so far from home.
She risks her life,
For those that hate.
For those who think,
She is second rate.
Yet she continues,
Her duty in silence.
She goes on for all,
As a silent remindance.
She saved one world,
And many more.
Yet she is hated,
Even more.
She lost her love,
And carries on.
Though she's saddened,
Because he's gone.
The sacrifices she made,
Few will understand.
Yet she looses so much,
She still makes her stand.
For duty and honor,
She has lost so much.
Yet she never complains,
Or gives up, or such.
Her valor and honor,
Are admired by few.
But she doesn't care,
She has her job to do.
Through many thousands,
Of years she fights on.
And through it all,
She has but one song.
Few sing it,
Let alone know.
Of this song,
Or how it goes.
And so I sing it,
Loud and clear.
So that everyone,
May know and hear.
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