Erik Gillette
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The flowers are dying
and while they try to buy more time
we are ever watching
waiting for the time to come when they just give up
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Have you sat in darkness and heard the silence around?
Its as though it engulfs you
a place of utter terror
Silence pierces your ears swiftly leaving you unknowingly deaf
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Watching grass grow seems not so exciting
but it induces such nail biting...
how can you not see the great joy
brought to eyes by the grass that no toy can ever give
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Light shines in darkness
and although you no longer see
you forget what you must do to be..
to be you.
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A mirror shows a man his soul
who sees himself being pulled
he no longer recognizes himself
for he finds himself no longer engulfed by the fire within.
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We wonder often what it means to be free
free of shackles
of chains
of oppression
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between him and his home is something called life
it eats at him
causes much strife
and he fall lower each day
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there is that constant knocking at the door to my mind
a reminder of what a bind i am in
that fateful sin that wants its way into my life
to give me a knife
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Friendship is like that flower that bloomed from no where
mysterious
yet beautiful
Friendship is a battle
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Flowers
The flowers are dying
and while they try to buy more time
we are ever watching
waiting for the time to come when they just give up
when they exclaim in their small voice... enough
why do we pressure beauty to be more beautiful?
As if we are any more dutiful to our own selves?
The flowers look at death not as a punishment.
Nothingness to them is as a reward.
We see these flowers, dead, wavering in the wind.
Think
Are these Beauty's less deserving then your own kin?
Should they be shamed?
Should they be blamed?
Stomped on
kicked
and picked on
Because they are small?
Any we allow these 'tall' and 'significant people come, and maul these flowers.
And we just sit and watch as they fall
gently down to the floor.
Flowers have hearts too.
Even if its in lue of those who lead a better life
Do what the flowers feel not equal that of a broken bone?
As they grow an ingrown heart, and they wish that it could be cut away.
Dont tell me there is no way for it to metastasize, it does.
And the flowers are dying...
and we stand here watching... not even crying.
Why? Because life will always be like a balancing act, that has less to do with beauty, and more to do with feeling
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