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Don't Listen to Them........ Don't Listen to Them........
Their words fill my ears they hurt me, tear me down, and make me bleed
I try to hold on but my heart can't bear anymore I heard shes a lesbians
or Shes a mental patient. I live to be what people want only to be pushed
down for being “fake”. But am I any more real than the assholes who say
things behind my back and spread vicious rumors about the people they
I've asked countless times what to do about these words that I hear and
all anyone ever says don't listen to them. How do I stop? I want to know....
how to block their voices out. How to quite the indecent murmurs and
untrue things I want them to go away, but in order to get rid of them I'd
have to sacrifice some of the wonderfully wacky things that make me....
me. Don't listen, Don't listen..............try to block them out...........
Fairer ShoresFairer Shores
I once had a true love who promised to be with me until the very day he entered deaths realms. Until the day the sirens call of the sea pulled him away from me, calling him away and upon the dawning of a new day he wandered away towards the sea.
I tried to swallow my qualms and tried pull him back to me but my voice small and meek did not even compete with that of the sea. Wandering away for me and my love we'd built. Only to watch the dawns light reach it's peak as he stared down the docks. I'd ran out of our house my feet quite damp as all I had upon them were my poor patched socks.
Chasing after him in the early gray light of the misty dawn I felt
as though I were a pawn in some game of fate in which I could not control myself. This was out of my hands and laced with the waves laughter and gait. With this my love turned back to me and looking up
at the mercifully clearing sky as the mist was vanishing like the ghostly tones of the winds w
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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