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I fear nothing but the truth,because of all the monsters who still hide under the bed, arousing my demurs. They whisper their threats, if I don’t remain silent about all of the times, the monsters were violent. But they don’t use words, so that I can’t say they did. But they’d use those words, if
You don’t know how to help me, so you don’t try. I tell you how to help me, so you don’t help me. I tell you how upset I am, so you upset me more. I tell you that I slur my words, so you punish me. I tell you I need you to listen,
A boy sleeps upon a bed of nails That gently caresses his skin. No punctures and not a scratch But he dreams of chagrin. There was a man at the market Who gave this bed for free. He said it would only work With faith as the key. But like Peter walking on water, He
With tears of anguish, but solum actions, Searching for a soul escape. Is this the answer, the reason why, for planning out a whole escape? Could this be deeper, and lost in confusion, Or simply the easier way? For all the dark times, when you couldn’t hide, But run, run, run to escape. Is there
Once upon a time, We lived in the dark, Unaware of the Journey, We would soon embark. Our hearts lived alone, Drowning in the fear, That one day the end, Would be drawing near. Just when we lost faith, And could no longer cope, We found each other, And with it a hope. A hope
I sit alone at the table eyeing the empty seat. “Shouldn’t he be here already? There is nothing else to do.” A ripple of energy runs through my thigh, bouncing my knee in anticipation. The steady rate of my heart vibrates in tune with jitters flogging my mind. What is one to do or to
Share with me one more chance. I just want you. Have a conversation, with a final, last goodbye, About anything and everything you now know. Realizing how much I dream of this moment, Only makes me understand how I miss you. Never did this pain get easier or go away. Before I have another nightmare
Okay then what do we do? What is the first step to take? That’s the question I asked you. For the progress you want me to make. You said we have to try, Trial and error to figure it out, But you don’t understand that I Can’t try without knowing what about. What’s the first
I remember a fact, signed in a pact, In which all the world said “Time to pack and don’t come back Until they are all dead.” A story of war, one we’ve heard before, Where we believed we were right. But the vitality in the reality, Saw nothing more than a bloody night. For what
Inspired by the novel “The Best We Could Do” by Thi Bui We stand alone, Our hearts cold. Brought together To be torn apart. Absent of normalcy Our family built on the blood Of the lives around us Starving and poor Under the weight of communism. There is no freedom Where there is no hope
Sy Redemption 