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I wish the pain would go away!    

Somedays i dont feel like getting out of bed
for when i am asleep theres nothing that i dread
when i am awake time drags on thru out the day
i just wanna shout i wish the pain would go away
and i watch the words fade away like a puff of smoke
but they just gets stuck in my throat and i feel like i will choke
so i beg for the good in my life to out weigh the bad
but often i feel like no ones listening nor care that i am sad
then i think about the people in my life who are here to stay
then i smile from ear to ear knowing that the pain will go away

                             zoeycup

If I only could

I would make

A wish 

For things to be

The way they should

For you to be

The way I want

If I only could

But now I can’t

I have a wish,

To see the Leaning Tower of Pisa,

That is in Italy,

I will also go to Egyptian Giza.

Three Great Pyramids,

Are at the heart of Giza,

They are so beautiful,

Like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

My parents will go with me,

We will enjoy the sites fully!

"So hot headed,

but heavy is the hand

that is kept from raising.

Which,

being how soft

the surface below 

it would fall upon,

it is al and well

no hand was raised,

indeed,

but there is no praise 

for such common sense.

Uncommon men

and situations

make for comics 

and comical accusations,

life's a joke

so sometimes I laugh at it,

but this time around

I keep frowning.

So here it is,

laid on the table

the meal made,

with much forethought.

And in the end,

all it causes is heat,

feet stomping,

no use for a cooler,

all around fire is sprayed

and it keeps trying

to catch, 

skin not lit.

Whatever the reason,

be it power or to tower above,

stepping in increases rage,

decreases range.

Within striking distance,

add more fuel to the fire

burning deep inside,

taught to never lay a finger

on the fairer sex,

but the moment tests all control,

reveal, resist,

total consequence in the rearview.

SLew of words,

which hold meaning

spoken out of love or anger,

babble dipping into ears

is all tuned out;

been inside my head for hours

already.

So you go,

but not before raising your own hand,

no pain felt with the blow,

no weight to it.

But damned if the point isn't realized,

asked to leave 

only to come once I'm gone,

leaving my abode vandalized.

How dissapointing.

An anger so roasting

kept cool with a conversation

with a friend, 

longboarder, car hoarder,

keeps one in check

before diving into a bitter 

back-and-forth.

The bitter look

thrown with an intense glare

with one more pass,

feeling sick to the stomach,

but if one wants,

just ask.

I can be more specific.

Penurious of kindness,

parsimonious of respect."

I wish I had a magical spear,

As Gungnir owned by Odin!

I would point it towards those,

Who keep on doing reprehensible sin.

Since I know that keeping mum,

Like the ones who cannot manifest,

Themselves is deemed as a sin,

Especially when you ought to protest.

I wish I had a celestial power!

By which all injustice I would devour!

"The Castle was gigantic. 

Expansive, was it's wide thrust,

filled with cracks, crevices and uneven bricks

pock-marked with mortar turning to dust.

Inside the deep recess

was a dormant terror,

up in it's highest tower,

a princess lived, none fairer. 

But both were locked up,

the furnace inside the gargantuan beast

kept the Castle warm,

the ovens hot, promoting many a feast. 

But lest the monster

breaks its shackles!

As once had happened before,

the quest none could tackle.

Knight after knight

fell to the flame,

the winged lizard licking tongues

of fire all about, untamed. 

Many an arrow was shot

from hunters brave, 

but no purchase for any arrow

was, by the monster hide, gave. 

Spear was no better,

having been thrown hard and true,

but not a single mighty heft

would force a metal tip through.

Then one day,

the princess who lived above,

just asked, 'give me a chance!',

but her father would allow no tug.

So that night,

while the great serpent ravaged the land,

she scaled down her tall tower

with the most daring plan.

She crept along the meadow,

in the cold of the moonlit night,

and up the the snoozing beast

she stomped her boot with all her might.

The beast sprung up,

startled awake by such a petite thing,

but before he bellowed flame,

she started to sing.

Sweetly, softly, 

she sang out her heart,

and through spirit, ripped hers out,

and handed it over, so that they'd never be apart.

Since then,

the two remain locked up with no regret.

The land has since healed.

But many don't forget.

Of the Girl and her Wyrm,

the star-crossed lovers never meant to be.

And how through love and song

she saved all the eye could ever see."

"Don't get so frustrated, 

it's only a book, 

or a few words

that you threw,

hoping they might stick.

Sound familiar?

Surreal,

especially if you've stuck with it.

Life can be funny like that,

in fact, it is,

that the same things

seem to alwaus happen

to people who may wish

it wasn't the case;

assuming it's negative.

Once you give it a second

to process,

it's wild to think

the same exact advice

you give

is the opposite

of how you live

your own life.

Some advice...

Twice now I've had to step in.

To stop the golden desires

of sundrops on skin,

forbidden,

when there has already been seeds sown,

a tree has been growing,

and now there's doubt,

the axe lays on its side

nearby. Nearly every time,

it can hurt to cry,

but not if infidelity

is the reason why. At least,

let's hope 

that's not the case.

I'd hate to see the fallout,

it'd be all over the place."

I wish to be with her,

All day long,

From the dawn till dusk,

Yet like the moon she is afar!

I wish I could be her comb!

To be with her every moment,

I would feel like a blessed one,

In her dark-cloud-like-hair, I would roam!

My fancy to be a comb may sound crazy!

But to get her company, I will prefer so to be!

O God! Please grant my prayer!

Please grant my wish,

I have been striving hard for this,

I do not long for any ‘vanity fair’!

I just want to go that certain dream-country,

Not to visit wonderful places,

Not to meet some old mates of mine,

But to simply study.

Will you say ‘yes’ to my demand, o God?

Will you please positively nod?