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Under the Willow Tree.
The knock on the door
Widened the smile she wore.
The soldier wore pride
But his eyes held sorrow.
The message he brought
Was the death of the love for which she fought.
The hope in her heart was broken.
The life in her eyes was gone.
They lay her next to the man she waited for.
Under the Willow Tree where they rest together.
The gunshots were fired and respect was paid.
Their love was lost but that war was won.
Beautiful.
And in that moment
I felt beautiful.
Like the fragrance that comes
When the tears of the sky
Splatter onto the chocolatey skin of the earth.
Lost and Never Found.
You lured me in
Like a moth to fire.
I felt the burning hope
And born was desire.
You gave me love
Like the sun gave light.
I felt the burning passion
Of your kisses at night.
You threw me down
Like a stone to the ground.
I felt the burning pain
I was lost and never found.
Falling Dream.
She let the wind blow
Against her face.
She felt the sting
From the strong gust of wind
As her body flew
Towards the water below.
Like a shooting star
Flying across the night sky.
So many stars around her
Yet none of them move
To stop her fall.
They say that dreams come true.
She always dreamt of flying.
They were probably right.
She thought as she flew
Into the gloomy waters of that night.
Stain.
I look through
The dark empty hollows of my eyes.
Everywhere I look,
I leave a stain of darkness.
And a little part of me dies.
I look at people
I stain them with my darkness.
I am devouring their colours.
All the colours i take in fade into darkness.
I keep marking the.
Stain after stain.
Now, around me are stains.
And inside me is…
Dark Clouds.
Sometimes there are passing clouds
In the sky.
Sometimes there are grey clouds
Hovering over our heads.
And sometimes the sky is bright
And the clouds are beautiful.
But they never stay for long enough.
Winter will eventually come.
The sky will eventually start getting grey.
And those dark clouds,
They'll eventually cry.
WAFTED INTO ETERNITY.
And he sat there staring
At the gentle wisps of clouds
That reminded him
Of the gentle wisps of smoke
That wafted from his mouth
Into the eternity of the air
That wafted around him.
The irony of it all
Left him in fits of humourless laughter.
The gentle wisps of clouds
Moved at the pace at which he was losing.
The gentle wisps of smoke
Left a fatal mark inside of him
Before departing from between his two lips.
Not that gentle after all,
He thought to himself.
Sights, thoughts, feelings and touch.
Everything in this world is deceiving.
Life... Is a deception.
And so he built a big wall around himself
Which nobody could climb over to get to him.
He hid in a place where nobody could reach him.
He took all the love, hope, expectations, faith and trust that he had
And locked it up in cage inside of his soul.
And then he took that key
And without a second thought,
He threw it far far away.
Somewhere he knew he wouldn't be able to find it again.
He had finally crawled out
From under the shadows of denial,
Into what he thought
Was the light of acceptance.
He had accepted
That he was losing the battle against life.
He was so wrong.
He was so fucking wrong.
But he didn't know that.
He had nobody to tell him how wrong he was.
And after so many years of fighting back...
So many years of holding on,
He had finally decided
That it was time for him to let go.
And that's exactly what he did.
He let go.
He just got up and left.
In the first few days of his leaving,
Many acknowledged his departure from this world.
A few years after that,
Some still mourned his absence.
A few years after that,
He became a distant memory.
And a few years after that,
All memories of him
Got washed off into oblivion.
Like those gentle wisps of smoke,
His existence too
Wafted into eternity.
Only to be forgotten.
WHO THEY WANT TO BE.
I want baggy tees and skinny jeans,
short hair with a quiff on top.
I want to be able to grow my beard out, he said.
I want crop tops and ripped shorts,
long hair with glossy, luscious curls.
I want to be able to wear makeup, she said.
They said this with hazy eyes.
Staring off into the depth of their dreams.
Why do they have to want it
When they could just go out there and get it for themselves?
These are all necessities after all.
To cover their body and groom their hair.
To express who they really are without a fucking care.
She dreams of bikinis and ball gowns.
While he dreams of padded jerseys and touchdowns.
But why do they have to dream about all this
When they can just work for it and achieve that beautiful bliss?
I'll tell you why.
Because we hold them hostage in their own bodies.
All they want is to be heard by somebody.
Anybody.
They are screaming as loud as they can.
But nobody looks at them.
Nobody ever gives a damn.
They are prisoners of war.
A war they're fighting against society.
A war they're fighting against themselves.
They want their hearts to explode out of that darkness.
Explode with bright colours.
They want to be able to fly.
Fly high and touch that rainbow
Hoping it would bring colour into their lives.
I think it's time we start to listen.
Listen before its too late.
Listen before they decide that they can't live in that darkness anymore.
Before they decide that they want to find light in another world.
Find light that will stay with them eternally.
So stop and listen.
Listen to me when I say this.
He doesn't want to be a "she" anymore.
She doesn't want to be a "he" anymore.
Just let them be
Who they want to be.
