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souljacol@hotmail.com

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It's just a teenage tear, it will dry
Sorry, but I think I'm going down
No apologies are necessary
I can tell you don't want me around

It's just another day it will pass
The sun will not wait for me to change
I will be easily replaced in your heart
Now doesn't that seem ever so strange

It's just a lonely world I live in
Not even close to the one where I was raised
At what point did I become so lost?
And how long do I wait to be saved?

It's just a teenage heart that has broke
But this time I am afraid it is mine
It now only exists in pieces
Too many to piece back together this time
Although I am not a wise man
Let it be known that I do have the privilege to see
Something that you can not
The beauty of your face three-dimensionally

Artists put down your brushes
Your strokes can't do justice to the contours of her frame
And poets put down your pen
No verse could describe the light that shines behind her name

Although I am not a wise man
Let it be said that I do have the privilege to see
Your beauty as it outruns time
With each passing year in three hundred and sixty degrees

Artists stop mixing your oils
No colour will come close to matching the shades of her skin
And poets close your note books
As to describe her eyes you would not know where to begin

Although I am not a wise man
Let me praise God that I do have the privilege to hear
Something that you do not
That is your voice resonating gently in my ear

I am an artist, a poet
Guiding images and words to creation from conception
Yet in her soul, body and mind
I have discovered three indefinable dimensions
The Three Dimensions of You
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Lend me your ears as I feel like I need to say something
And though it's not for me to defend my faith
Could you please focus on the many who come in peace
Not those few that breed fear, panic and hate

Do not allow these impostors to narrow your thoughts
As there will be less room for you to find
That this level of violence has nothing to do with religion
But rather a brainwashed and vulnerable mind

This is not the message the Messenger sent
This is a misinterpretation of the truth
That disgusts me and my sisters and brothers
Just as much as it disgusts each one of you


Lend me your eyes as I feel like I need to do something
And speak out even if you wont listen
Perhaps your mind has already been too polluted
By the terror on the walls of your minds prison

Take a moment to look at those bars that surround you
They are cast in steel made from anxious thoughts
You worry that you and yours might be next to suffer
So you will remain in that cell you were caught

This is not the message the Messenger sent
This is a misinterpretation of the truth
That disgusts me and my sisters and brothers
Just as much as it disgusts each one of you


Lend me your heart as I feel like I need to tell you something
Rather than listen to second hand words
Why don't you go to the source of your sleepless nights
And with a truly open mind read each verse

Then when you wake from your slumber come and tell me
If in its pages you find a reason to blame
Or if you're as repulsed as me, my sisters and brothers
That these people do these deeds in His name

This is not the message the Messenger sent
This is a misinterpretation of the truth
That disgusts me and my sisters and brothers
Just as much as it disgusts each one of you
This Is Not The Message
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I am just like Peter Pan
Only with out the wonder
The boy who never grew up
And now I'm going under

Wendy, will she save us?
Sprinkle us in fairy dust
And if she does still exist
Will she possibly remember us?

I am just like Peter Pan
But I can never learn to fly
You told me at least I can say
Metaphorically I tried

Wendy has she been watching us?
How I made the little girl cry
Hope she sprinkles some fairy dust on her
And those she loves in her life

I am still just like Peter Pan
But no one believes in me
In an increasingly cynical world
Magic's disappearing ironically

Wendy, can she still save them?
Can she teach them how to fly?
Her words wait by their windows
Let them read and step outside
I Am Just Like Peter Pan
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SpaceShipEarth Featured By Owner 2 days ago

Welcome to :iconliterature-anonymous:

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MySocksRock Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2016
Happy Birthday Cuz
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:iconrifle1980:
Rifle1980 Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2016   General Artist
thanks cuz :) we need to catch up. It's been some time
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MySocksRock Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2016
I know!!!!! Ill send u a note or something soon.
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NewEmma Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi Colin,

It's been a while ! Hope you're dooing ok ! By the way thanks the fav !
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