SilenceI scream but nothing comes out.They still beat me...Laugh at me...and talk about me.They don't know me.But when I try to speak up no words come out.They continue laughing.Continue beating me.Continue talking about me.As I walk down the hallway with my spirit and body broken.Thinking to myself why dose it matter if a person is gay, lesbian, bisexual, or tansgender.At that moment I tried to yell again.This time the words came out. The silence was broken for me.Now it's your turn to brake the silence.
DrawThe sun's setting.Two of the best stand facing each other.They reach for their guns.1Their eyes are locked.2Fingers twitching.3Guns are removed from their holsters.The bangs are heard throughout the town.One bullet, one body, one shooter...for each gun.As the two bodies lay on the ground.The best was decided.As it was a draw
Fiesta GirlI see her over there in the corner.Dancing in the spotlight.This fiesta is quite a party.The music is bumping.People are dancing to the beat.But there is one girl who caught my eye.Whenever I see her she slips away.The fiesta is almost over.I have to get her name.The last song is playing.The girl is nowhere in sight.After the party I sit on the stage.This fiesta is over and the girl is gone forever.But while I'm sitting on the stage I get a touch on my shoulder.And I turn around and it's my fiesta girl.
The BulletWhy do people crave power?They made the bullet to help feed their bloodlust.What ever happened to the age of swords?When skill, determination, and practice made you better.When Japan was under the Shogun.Where have the samurai gone?Has the warrior's spirt holding on to the sword been broken by the bullet?If it has, will it come back to pick up the sword?The bullet can pirece flesh, metal, even the garments we wear for protection.Will we ever cast down the bullet and pick up the sword?
The GirlSitting in the window.With the sun shining on her face.Her beautiful eyes peer out of the window.Her long curly hair sways in the breeze.I hear her voice calling out the window."Cool winds blow through here while the warm sun keeps it pretty outside."That voice...That voice couldn't be topped by an angel singing.That girl in the window would be perfect for... me.
Self-ImageWhen you look into a mirror how do you see yourself?Do you see a hero, a monster, a lover, a fighter, a winner, a loser, a miracle, a disaster, a wish come true, or a mistake you wish was erased?We are our own worst critics when we look into the mirror.What do you see when you look in the mirror?
PeacePeace will never last forever.Hate will consume the heart of man.Everlasting peace is un-reachable.Why do we want whats not ours?Why would we stab someone in the back as we would spit in their face?Violence, crime, war, murder all stop true peace.This will never stop, so peace will never come.There might be inter-national peace.But inside the nation peace is never reached.No treaty will stop the violence.So why do we want an un-obtainable dream?
Burned OutMy eyes are so heavey.I'm so tired.I just want to sleep.My paranoid mind see creatures in the corner.Another needle, another pill, or another puff.My mind is on edge.I need to feed my fix.That's the only thing keeping the creatures away.I'm stopping my addiction.I'm so burned out,The creatures come closer.I'm being consumed...