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FlameL: Love is like a fire inside, it can burn straight through you, or it can warm you.
A: It rages and calms at its own times, but eventually darkens like a lamp in an avenue.
L: Sometimes it's better to be kept in the darkness than to have a light at all, that way, maybe no one can hurt you.
A: But eventually as you search you find a match and light it up, another flame, something new.
L: Now that something new, can raise you up past what you thought you could ever achieve or it could shatter every little thing you do. The way you look, the way you talk, the way you move, you lose yourself and all you ever know.
A: But sometimes it's your choice to test that flame's fate and give it a test, throw on some water , though you're not in for the best. Give it no air or put it in the light, blind to its power in the darkest of nights.
L: That's why so many say, "Fuck love." and give up. Without ever tryin', on the inside, they are secretly dying. But they won't admit it. After all, to them al
Barbwire GuardianIt tightens each night on the heart beating on,
Piercing and constricting until his wake at dawn.
The nightmares work as a trauma, frying his mind,
Bringing up memories of the darkest of times.
Such a damage done to an innocent fighter,
Escaping his fear of sleep, constant all-nighters.
His body defined, his voice of a lion's,
Day after day, he keeps on tryin'.
Trying to find his way back to himself, back to his smile,
Trying to fight to cause happiness for a while.
So outcasted, but deserves the most of love,
A gift to me, like a white turtle dove.
A warrior, a savior, but remains unknown,
He's still a slight stranger, but his passion is shown.
When I fall, he takes me by the wrist,
Pulls me back up, and tells me to resist.
His embrace gives me strength, I want to know his talk,
The way he strums his guitar, laughs and walks.
Though this man is no more of a brother to me,
I love him more than my true family.
The one pushing me forward, is leaving soon, though,
Off to fight, away and t
Just Another OneSuch high heat, a hundred degrees.
Sitting on burning pavement, an alive city.
Just another homeless, no importance to us at all.
We watch him in his famine, we watch as he falls.
He begs and begs, day after day.
We walk by without a word, just a few pay.
His thirst is great, the sweat rolls down his face.
He looks up at passers by, wishing to have their grace.
His hair a dark orange and his beard progresses.
They refuse to help, but he continues to press.
Gambled his money away, but not the only one.
Here in Las Vegas, it's full of 'em.
But as I walked by, he had something special.
I couldn't know, but I stood for a moment in silence so crucial.
I look to my dad and beg to give him some of our dinner.
I asked in hope to make sure he didn't grow any thinner.
But he refused, he doesn't deserve what he needs.
According to my dad, he didn't deserve to feed.
But today I look back at that night.
And wish I went against my dad's fight.
To just run back and give him some food.
Catch up with m
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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