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And I sit and watch,
As they all waste the days ahead,
My mouth may smile, but my eyes are dead.
They're all speaking but there's no words said.
They're all reading but there's no words read.
And I sit and watch.
And I sit and watch,
As you continue to feign your joy,
You're laughing along but its all a ploy.
Don't let yourself be their useless toy.
I understand; I'm not just some boy.
But I sit and watch.
And I sit and watch,
As you keeping taking all the blows,
At night, alone, yours tears still flow.
"I'm fine as long as no one knows."
But I can see your cuts: they show.
So I'll stand.
And I'll stand,
I'll help you back onto dry land,
You won't just be just another brand,
You're a diamond, not another grain of sand.
Your knives won't meet your other hand.
And I'll stand.
As they all waste the days ahead,
My mouth may smile, but my eyes are dead.
They're all speaking but there's no words said.
They're all reading but there's no words read.
And I sit and watch.
And I sit and watch,
As you continue to feign your joy,
You're laughing along but its all a ploy.
Don't let yourself be their useless toy.
I understand; I'm not just some boy.
But I sit and watch.
And I sit and watch,
As you keeping taking all the blows,
At night, alone, yours tears still flow.
"I'm fine as long as no one knows."
But I can see your cuts: they show.
So I'll stand.
And I'll stand,
I'll help you back onto dry land,
You won't just be just another brand,
You're a diamond, not another grain of sand.
Your knives won't meet your other hand.
And I'll stand.
Literature
City
Once you walked out uninvited on the streets of Manhattan. The streets, they heaved and retched and spat you back out.
This was at the Citys orders.
You lay regurgitated on the sidewalk, with a violent crack in your spine. You were shaken like a whip. The City, she stands over you wearing an expression of distaste and grim satisfaction. Inaudibly she speaks into her cell phone. You raise yourself up on one elbow and discover that the Port Authority looks on gleaming above you, a silent bulky monster in the dark. It stands as witness to your distress. Shh, it says, I sympathize, but dont tell her.
A large neon sign sings WTF. Th
Literature
The Town on Grand River by Sean C. Sousa
The Town on Grand River
by Sean Sousa
Please listen well, nation, travelers young & old,
There’s a story been written, but hasn’t been told,
It’s fastened and bound in the pages you hold,
a tale of depression and raging,
in a city that’s fallen but has yet to fold,
it’s the town on Grand River we’re naming.
Christened by France’s explorers and queens,
where Custer went forth with his brave Wolverines,
but time now divides the space in-between,
a city’s heydey and its failing,
there’s too many a street where you shouldn’t be seen,
on the town on Grand River’s cracked paving.
Literature
Dreaded Ruins
DREADED RUINS
As I walk, I see the dreaded ruins of my past. Forged of steel, remnants of reminiscence float in my bath.
They sing to me, like dead roses ready to be picked. They bring to me, my words to be constrict.
As I talk, I see the dreaded ruins of my past, barely able to keep up with me, hindering only those to be.
They bring to me, my dirt of derelict. Is only a matter of time, before my thoughts halt the destructive afflict.
As I walk, I see my loved ones' will, bent and distorted through my eyes; I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.
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This has nice structure to it and I like the use of rhymes. I especially like the last verse (? I dunno what you call them ) This definitely made an impact on me.