I Miss You. I Miss You - Three simple words On one little page Childish? Perhaps. But so is the feeling that can't be tamed. I Miss You - One small breath Can utter this phrase Weak? Indeed. But it will never be said in hate. I Miss You - There are only three, Three syllables that haunt. Pathetic? Of course. But if I didn't say them I'd rot. I Miss You - The one thing to say, And that is all. Is that I Miss You, But I'll let you fly for me to fall.

12. Insanity by SheckaTokyomora, literature

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12. Insanity

12. Insanity It can be clawing at your neck, Or a stream of tears. It can be a scream of help, Or a combination of fears. It can be a written note, Or it can vanish into air. However how it varies, Depends on the care. Depends on the family, Depends on the friends. Which ever way you word it, They know it will end. In death, in pills, In sin, in pain. In their mind everything Will just blend to the same. For you know, That in your little head. There is a voice, A voice that wants you dead. Whatever it may be, Or however it manifests. When you're insane, The voice will always protests.

:Dreams: by SheckaTokyomora, literature

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:Dreams:

Dreams. I will close my eyes, Absorb the words I see, Succumb to darkness, But fall into dream. I will unhinge my base, From unopposed realities, To lighter worlds, That are known as my fantasies. I will withhold a breath, Till fiction becomes fact, Till the one I want, Becomes the one I have. I will float away, Live out my dream career, Achieve my goals, And have no fear. I will become immortal, As though death is a sin, Circling around the earth, As if on a whim. I will then start to notice, That the world is slightly skewed, That this isn't just not real; It's not even true. I will then turn around, And try to ign

:The Voice of Peace: by SheckaTokyomora, literature

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:The Voice of Peace:

The Voice of Peace. This is a tale of two countries who fought, The fought until death, until lives were lost. The explosions, flames, and undeniable deaths. They robbed Peace of her innocence - it was no good theft. Neither of the countries slept when they fought, They had no security - they lived in lust of what was not. However, while one country dreamed of tranquility, The other craved the power and validity. This story, however, does not address the pain, Instead of mentioning what was lost, but rather what was gained. For without a war there would be no Peace, And without Peace, what would sing you to sleep? Peace was a chi

What It Means To Be Dead by SheckaTokyomora, literature

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What It Means To Be Dead

What it means to be Dead. You could die at one-hundred, You could die at five. Whether you die through death, Or you still stay alive. You could walk about the world, And wake up everyday. But you could still be dead, And you can still decay. You can open your eyes, Or you could even keep them closed. You're still on this earth, But your life ended so long ago. You can understand death, You can understand life. But when one starts and one ends, Is all up to your mind. You are who you are, And choose when you die. Whether it be through leaving this world, Or caring little about life. You may have died a million times, But

:Articulating Emotions: by SheckaTokyomora, literature

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:Articulating Emotions:

Articulating Emotions Articulating Emotions is an issue for a poet, Though many may feel it, None will show it. Each line we write defiantly screams, But no lines would exist, If our minds didn't dream. We don't constantly speak in real life, But each word we think, Is something we'll write. Some think we just bask in the attention, I assume you'd think so, But our words are protection. Because despite our hearts being broken we throw them on the line, We will write it beautifully, We will make it rhyme. So before we're stereotyped and before we're bound, What is a poet, But a voice with a mouth? Articulating Emotions is

:My Amusement: by SheckaTokyomora, literature

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:My Amusement:

My Amusement Say you love, Say you hate. Claim you're asleep, Then moments later awake. Your body lies down, Your body says enough. Holding your breath, Waiting for someone to call your bluff. Say the words, Say them loud and clear. But when you get caught, They'll all disappear. You're a H for hypocrite, You're a self-contradiction. Ready to see the worst in others, But ignore your own depiction. However, I digress, However, I am not mad. But rather sorry, Sorry rather than sad. Sorry you're my show, Sorry you're the movie I rent. Because all the lies you weave, Have become My Amusement.

:Four Walls: by SheckaTokyomora, literature

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:Four Walls:

Four walls. Seal secured And walls surround. These walls become her, But a door never found. The mystic beauty, Called region's queen. Trapped in a room, But what a room so it seems. She was told what it does, The room is for thought. The walls they hear, But walls they are not. Beyond the walls are sin, Addiction, and lust. Princess may say she's perfect But ignore them she must. For once she sins And steps into hell. The walls close in But the walls mean well. The walls protect her, Whisper they truly care. Do they intend to make a queen, But making a slut while unaware? They center in on her, As she takes her firs

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