Second poetry page Roof of starsstanding on a microcosmic stage, in a macrocosmic universe you weave a story that ripples through time your voice reaches out and draws the stars near everything listens, everything sees The sorrow and love in your song and tears dischordant and haunting and soothingly familiar, a theme we all know a theme we all recognize without hearing before Universal The climax, a descending chord fills everything and leaves nothing untouched The circle reaches its end and all is silent  Crime and PunishmentOn a desolate night down a forgotten alley whispers screamed danger shadows slid along the ground proweling the city lies were followed by lies Graves were dug with greed “Security is mortals cheifest enemy” With dawn attacking hushed plans were made silence a desperate scream out of the dirty gloom was all anyone heard, and memories were erased by money and fear Naked evil ran redly through the blood of the hungry and they were fed filled until they were empty and consumed themselves and justice was served MondaysBusy bustle camoflauges a crescendoing sense of fatigue and jittery attempts at recounting weekend memories of leisurely deadlines trying not to use up the weeks supply of small talk Mondays Bite That’s What Friends Are ForI have not experienced in this lifetime, these horrors but I have lived through them vicariously, through your eyes I am torn inside to watch you tear yourself apart you think its only you but I get hurt too I wonder, do you feel my pain? do you cry over my tears? or does your orb surround you trapping you inside yourself? I want to pick up the pieces and mend you, rock you to sleep and say it’ll be all right but I get the feeling you don’t want to heal maybe you think you can’t that your not strong enough maybe you know you’ll just fall apart again, so why bother but I know you you are strong and when the sky starts falling I’ll be there to hold it up that’s what friends are for
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