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This Is The Line Here is a line. Here is a line I drew myself so I may be in perfect balance in my world. I've drawn this line so I may separate my choices into Night and Day. And as I look either way I can most definitely say “This is where I've draw the line.” But if I were to step off to my left… I’d be gliding through the air without a care in the world. Freely able to inhale #life and tear myself away from reality so I don't have to feel. I’m able to go home and sleep all day without ever getting up except to eat or when a girl is over. I’d smoke all day and party all night and get a cheat on my girl every once in a while and move again because my parents think they know best. I’d fly, high in the sky, above the thoughtless brains of imbeciles who care about death and say Hell is hot and say one of these days I’m going to jail, I’d fly so very high to the point I can’t remember what happened yesterday or the week before that. I'd live as if love is just sex that lasts longer than a minute, like Death is my long awaited friend, and like Caring is just something the weak hearted do when they can’t rely on themselves to have peace…. This is my line. I’m standing on the thing that perfectly divides the left from the right side. And if I were to step off to my right… I would begin to freefall down an empty void of darkened space that's so cold. I would slowly, inch by inch, carry the world’s judgmental cries and hate and sarcasm and eyes that stare into your very soul just looking for something to criticize. I wouldn’t smile... I couldn’t smile. I could never let my guard down. If I were to, my world would be yanked from under my feet and I would fall deeper into space where all I could do is cry and cry and never feel someone’s warm touch again. I would come home from a day of being pushed around, people playing with my emotions, people thinking I should get with them for sex and drugs and parties. No one caring, no one wanting, people driven by selfish desires and teenage hormones even when they’ve grown old and raggedy. People raping, people beating, people bullying, people forcing others to do their bidding whether for profit or pleasure. I’d sit on my bed while my step-dad beats my mom again and I hear the screams of my little siblings so scared for their hurt mommy. I’d sit there while the careless world turns away because, really, who would ever care about me… I’d sit there with the gun in my hand, cocking it back, and look out the window. I'd think that with all the screaming going on, no one would hear it.... This is my line. This line I stand on divides the vast open space where my future is determined. This line has two sides. A left and a right side. I’ve decided to walk along this line To follow the spectators of this world. Never to choose, never to hurt, feel or cause. I will only sit and watch as the world dies and turns cold…#lifeless… And I will continue to tell the tales from its past With a warm touch from this dead poet.

Lois Lane She's made of blue summer skies and diamond rainwater, whispering sleepless thoughts like blood slowly, warmly dripping down Superman's back Sweet sensation but slow deterioration of the mind while rocking back and forth trying to put herself to sleep Enjoying the tiny short breaths she takes from exhausting hallucinations of what might be turning into what she can see lying shattered and discolored as it's slowly washed away down the garbage disposal Crying out for Superman to come fix the sink pipes so she can catch her breath but he's not answering due to severe blood loss caused by weariness and anxiety, reaching out to grab hold of what were only mere whispers. And as the blue sky fades to grey and the last ray of light disappears, she falls and breaks as though she were made of rain drops that shined as bright as diamonds once did.

Spare Change? “Can you spare some change, sir?” I don’t have any. My pockets are empty. If I say that though he won’t believe me, he’ll just keep on asking and begging for me to give him change. I’m sorry sir but I can’t give you change! I’m too scared of the world to bring about change! This world is greedy, this world is competitive, this world will chew me up and spit me out when I even mention the word “change.” I cannot give you any change because I am too weak to stand up on my own and exclaim to the world that these things must change! There is a problem and we cannot fix it without change! I’m to scared, to weak, to nervous, to comfortable in the place I stand, to closed minded and believe the things I hear from my government and on the TV and on the radio, to focused about what’s directly in front of me and to lazy to turn my head to see you sitting there asking each and every one of us for our change. I just need to ignore you and keep on walking down the straight path I’ve been on for my whole #life. I will, however, so you can shut up, give you the few cents in my pocket that I like to call “change.”

Silent Peak I am left alone here on Silent Peak Without your words I'm not known For inside the meaning of words the spirits speak But without them I'm left up here alone. Alone to face the exhausted sun Who won't respond to my call For its work has long been done And doesn't speak a word at all. All I want is for a word to come So my mind may rest in peace Upon the image of a great sum Of beauty I have found. So if you read this please come forth And say the word I want to hear So my compass that never points North Can show me how to walk away this year. Is it a surprise or a bit confusing? Was there something else in mind? Did you think I would reply with longing Or put myself in a bind? Yes, it's true, I wish for a word unspoken From a girl who is uncared Because whatever heart left for her is broken And can never be repaired. And as I make my way down Silent Peak I turn to take in one more look there And to say that now as I speak No change shall ever appear. To the one who shall not ever speak To the one with the forgotten voice I leave the shattered remains at the peak And walk through the trees that rejoice.