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Someone to Blame

Every day, Every day, Everything's the same. Every day, Every day, There's someone to blame. Listening to the battle cries, The screaming in the night. Maybe one day, someone will die; It's just the result of another fight. Every day, Every day, Everything's the same. Every day, Every day, There's someone to blame. No one cares what anyone needs, Each the other's worst enemy. Follow the broken-winged dove's lead As peace goes to war with insanity. Every day, Every day, Everything's the same. Every day, Every day, There's someone to blame. A broken soul, an empty heart; Perhaps this is God's way of saying it's over. This place is tearing

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Someone to Blame by Gracefool-Lyn, literature

Literature

Someone to Blame

The Hanging Tree by Oilux, literature

Literature

The Hanging Tree

The Hanging Tree The hanging tree where mother promised to take me, holds many secrets that are never told but they are never spoken to me before. One where a man was hung for the murder. One where a woman was hung for her stealing’s. Nothing mattered anymore to them the trees branches indented from previous made perfect notches for the new victims. Of the hanging tree of olden times when feet kicked and faces turned blue dark paradise would overcome their features. And nothing else mattered for the group that gathered at the hanging tree tonight. Murder and rape and stealing and crime paid for in blood and sin at the han

Defining Beautiful by Gracefool-Lyn, literature

Literature

Defining Beautiful

Who decided what beauty must be? Is it really only what the eye can see? Everywhere, people are killing themselves to become "perfect," And they are taught that all "flaws" can be fixed. Fight for perfection to the death; It's a guaranteed loss so take your last breath. Who even decided how to define beautiful-- A word that describes nothing but the highest toll? And despite all the expectations laid out by society, Isn't is what's inside that really shows true beauty?

Why Can't the World Just Understand? by Gracefool-Lyn, literature

Literature

Why Can't the World Just Understand?

Why can't the world just understand that we're not to blame And that not everyone is the same? How can we be considered a mistake When this was never even our decision to make? Who would choose to have to live this way? If it was an option, many would change today They just don't see how much it hurts So they force us into silence which only makes it worse Being the way we are isn't wrong Even if it's against what they've believed all along But in the end, everyone is a little bit strange So why is it that they try to force us to change?

Red Dress by Oilux, literature

Literature

Red Dress

Don’t put on your red dress for he doesn’t know the meaning he doesn’t want the commitment he doesn’t care for the color. The red dress you love to wear that’s stained from wine and beer but still carries so much meaning for who could find a second red dress Don’t go out on your red dress for the man who wants nothing more to screw around and doesn’t understand the meaning behind a simple red dress. A red dress for when you dance. A red dress for when you cry. A red dress for when you need it. A red dress for when you care too much. Don’t put on your red dress for him darling he doesn&rsqu

God called in sick today by Oilux, literature

Literature

God called in sick today

God called in sick today, and the sky is dancing. People walked hand in hand singing in tune with the damned. Running without stories ‘this is what tragedy feels like’ dead is the new alive but misery loves company. Racing with the devil one doesn't dare stop against the lord of the damned he laughs against the concrete. Can one play with madness as they dance on clouds of mind? Heavens a lie when butterflies are flying in hurricanes And God takes a day off. Wasted time throwing rocks at stars souls refuse their eternal rest they drink a cup of galaxy for breakfast hymn of the shameless. Obsession is an ugly word. When d

Death Takes Two Sugars by Oilux, literature

Literature

Death Takes Two Sugars

Death knocked on the door came inside without invitation poured herself some tea and asked for a story. He laughed at all the right parts, cried when I cried, asked for more than she received silently demanding. It cried with me and laughed with me sipping their tea and listening she wondered what I didn’t do then told me how idiotic I was. He told me about the children I could have had but didn’t and the falls that lifted me up with the loss of others. The story of how I almost killed a girl when she ran into the street scared her to run into the arms of her father and never ran into the street again. The tale of the man who

Tea with the Rabbit by Oilux, literature

Literature

Tea with the Rabbit

Tea with the rabbit today just the same as every day, every single day and every single night. And when he danced and sang I could not join in merriment for the ropes that bound did not budge "Merry Unbirthday!" He would scream and cry while sipping tea, and I would laugh while hiding tears. He said he was late, for what I know naught, but he did not leave my nightmare. “The Queen of Hearts is evil!” And I agreed blindly. Yet I could not help but wonder if she was really the evil one. Dormouse, his friend of valiant honor, rammed his sword into my thigh and grinned when I wept and bled. And my one and only friend sat across

Drawings by Oilux, literature

Does Death Hurt? by Oilux, literature

Literature

Does Death Hurt?

Does death hurt? When the knife digs into flesh do you fall into your knees in pain or simply in shock of motion? When you slip away in the dark of sleep does the dream still remain as you travel to worlds unknown? When the drugs hit your body does your heart stop suddenly or can you feel the imminent end? When the noose slips tight does your head feel heavy and your limbs feel numb? When the water rushes in to the castle only of air can you feel your breath cut off? When the dirt piles over and the air runs out can you feel the choking? So riddle me this, oh master of death, does it hurt to die?

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