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Why does it seem that the dead bring more comfort than the living?

If sitting at my beloved dog's grave calms me down, so be it.

Why do the living expect high of each other?

If we could love each other, like we dream it, wouldn't this be a better place to live in?

Why do we treat our animals as if they've not a life?

If you realized this, you'd try to do something about it.

Why does the sky look sunny on a bad day?

If you met my demon, you would see.

Why can't one appreciate what someone else does, even with mistakes?

If you saw the disgust in my soul, you'd probably take it back.

Oh, did I break something of yours?

Good.  Now you know how my heart feels.

©LJ

4 June 2013

Red Rose

Crying came before my laughter.

Laughter in vain of agonizing cries,

of acrylic painted false sunny skies.

Sadness came before happiness.

Happy songs when the world was sad,

and sad songs in a weird, euphoric world.

As the sunflowers I weaved into your hair are as vibrant as ever,

in my hair, you weave beautiful roses of white and black,

But one of the white roses has red.

I only want to cherish it,

as I have cherished you,

but I have cut myself upon it.

©LJ

1 June 2013

"Help"

It's these kind of remarks that silence me,
It's these arguments that make me curl up and hide away.
For one my age, I'm still afraid,
because it seems you've never seen the light of day.
I can't express a pain,
with a cry or a yelp,
but I think, deep inside,
those voices I heard wanted me to help.
They wanted me to help the broken souls
trapped within this house atop a hill.
They wanted me to help the animals inside you,
held to each other against the other's will.
I never got to say that a word preceded the one I heard before.
Not knowing why I never told that they said this as well.
The single word... Need. Before Help.
Sometimes it's as if this house is a physical Hell.
The life is drained out of me here, I don't feel much alive.
But the love I  have for you kept me standing here.
I'm not ignoring you, I'm just realizing
that this is the reason that she has to fear.
If only you could really  see, that this is the reason why,
we never get to see you, we never passed you by.
And all I realized was the life that I have lost,
by being on this rooftop...
but the love still strives on top.

©LJ
2 June 2013