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APH-Born from ashesWe are born from ashesFrom WarsAnd HatredAnd HopeAnd Trust.Feed by deathsWatered by bloodBlood of wars and our childrenDeaths of whose who foughtAnd livedAnd lovedAnd trust in usIn their peopleIn their countryIn me, their Nation.Raised by humansNot being one of them.But it doesn't matterI am their leaderI am their childThey lived for meAnd I am theirs.Their lives.Their dreams.Their wishes.Their feelings.Their history.I had to be bought to be all theirs.By battlesTreatiesAlliancesWarsPeaceConquestDestructionDuring centuries, they paid the price of blood.And I paid mine.Today, I'm here.Immortal.And Alone.Powerful.Because of pain.No pain, no gain.I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.Alone besides my fellows.Look at us.Look at me.I am not an human.I am not a God.I am not an AngelI am not an Evil.We are Nations.I am a NationI am a Nation!!Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and tr
No, Mommy Does Not Love You.No, of course I don’t love you.Here is the reason why.You’re like a stomach flu.But you’ll never die.You were born of men.Who violated me as they do.If only I had stopped them.If I could have just flew,And got away from those,That only seek to destroy.I was inside their throws.They had ignored my ploy.I had to carry you around.For a very long time, boy.I felt like that I would drown.Just so that you would enjoy.Feasting upon my own food.Stealing from my own diet. To be one of my own brood.And you’d never be quiet.After you had been born.During, as I should say.My body had been torn.On that very same day.All you would do is cry.And shower the room with ilk.No matter what I would try.You stole my precious milk.For years you pestered me.And took what was mine.But now I shall be free.And don’t you ever whine.Now I shall do as I can.To so proudly proclaim.That because you are a man.You’ll only be the same.
Lavender TownThere once was a town, filled with poverty, despair, and sadness...The people couldn't offer much to stabilize their dying town,the only thing they could offer......was a graveyard ontop of a small mountain...then one day, out of the shadows, a man came up to the mayor and made him an offer.He will rip down this graveyard and build a mighty tower where it once stood, offering hopes and dreams to the people.The mayor agreed, but they needed a decoy to keep this in the shadows...A pawn who can save the mayor from a false danger...and then... as years passed, their town of sorrow...grew into deeper despair.In this town called Lavender, there is no happy ending.
Describe Your LifeDescribe Your Life.AwakeArise,And appear.From your pre-destined slumber.Life's lottery has selected your number.Live,LaughAnd love.Your way through this world.These feelings can't be bought nor sold.Struggle,StressAnd survive.Through the hardships and pain.These feelings have proven impossible to tame.Deteriorate,DisintegrateAnd die.Every story must have an end.Life is one process which is impossible to extend.There are countless words to describe your life.Living is something you cannot experience twice.Make mistakes, learn from them and prosper.We are all apart of an ever changing roster.Enjoy the time that we have here.Take no notice of the conclusion that draws near.Death will be heard by the tolerant ear.Kela lewis-morin
My name is Simon, I am gay.My name is Simon,I am gay.I lost a lotof friends today.Is it wrong?Is it bad?Why is everyoneso mad?I've been kicked,I've been hit.I don't thinkI really fit.People are mean,they yell at me.What is wrong?I can't see.I hate my life,it's pretty bad.EverydayI am so sad.I've held a gun,I've cut my arm.I've causedmyself too much harmIt gets to a point,were I can't take it no more.I usually cry,till my eyes are sore.My parents too,they don't understand.I miss the timethey'd hold my hand.I stand aloneat the front lines of war.I feel rotten,trough the core.The war is tough,I'm all alone.I really wishI had someone.I'm at the edge,of giving up.My life at stake,I wish for luck.I face the crowd,and speak my words.to mocking callsfrom vocal chords.They sting me once,they sting me twice.My heart is cold,it feels like ice.I go home,my head bent down.I pass a bridge,I could jump and drown.No, I wont,because that would hurt.It should be quick,I f
Lost KitesLove was paper kisses;Beneath lyrical oaksWe cut the stringsOn cellophane kites. d g r n i i f t f o r e v e r
FactionsBlack man hates White man, and Green man loathes Gray,Gray man beats Red, for his deviant ways,Red man and Scarlet have always been close,And form an alliance against other folk.Purple and Beige men are all quite convinced,The world would be better without men of Pink,And the heinous acts meted out by the Golds,On the poor Pastel factions are best left untold.The cultures of Yellow and Blue are now past,As Green men subsumed them and wiped out their caste,And Brown men have conquered what's left of the Tans,All driven by fear of their fellow man.From the midst of this chaos arises some hope,The words of calm reason to love other folk,And who is the prophet ending this plight,It's the unshackled blind man who has the best sight.
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.So if...Good girls are really bad girls that never got caughtAndKings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.ThenSurvivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.Which meansCelebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughtsAndTeachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.It would seem then you are either one way or the other.There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.Because you can never know the person you one day might become.Kela Lewis-Morin
SurvivalSurvival.Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.Give a man a bank he will rob the world.We adapt and adjust.Constantly dithering on the cuspOf what is considered wrong and right,Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.We would be willing to do anythingIn order to get what we truly desire.We would be willing to risk everythingEven putting our friends in the line of fire.We may share the bounty with others,Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.Given the option we will even care for our brothers.Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.We are opportunists.We are convincing and ruthless.We are the modern day Judas.Kela Lewis-Morin