My Poetry (Anja/Faulks)

I guess I've always been a poet. If you care to listen, please do.

...But don't steal any of my chizz... My poetry is one of the few possessions I retain.

They're pretty rubbish, I know.

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A silent tear falls from my eye and lands upon the ground,
A silent tear for a silent pain in this silent world I've found.

A world in which when I open my mouth the silence reigns supreme,
Whilst bottled up inside of me, silent scream after silent scream.

A world where silent voices, whisper inside my head,
Whisper with their silent tongues,
"You're better off dead."[b]

Playground Bullets

You hit me with your bullets,
Fire straight through my soul,
Shoot me down in anger,
Watch me as I fall.

You sharpen up your knives,
Prepare your vicious tongues,
And shoot me down again and again,
Shoot bullets through my lungs.

I can no longer breathe,
I can't retaliate,
You hit me with their bullets,
Shoot me with your hate.

And why is all your anger,
Directed, at me?
Is it because I'm different?
Because of diversity?

Pushed out by the Cuckoo

I’m like a Skylark without wings,
Falling from my nest,
Pushed out by the Cuckoo,
Falling to my death.

There is no wind to carry me,
Nothing to break my fall,
Pushed out by the Cuckoo,
Shunned by them all.

They hit me with their bullets,
In the form of ugly words,
Pushed out by the Cuckoo,
Falling back to Earth.

I’m like a Skylark without wings,
Struggling to survive,
Pushed out by the Cuckoo,
And yet I’m still alive.

Am I just not good enough?
Not worthy to join their games?
Pushed out by the Cuckoo,
Called all sorts of names.

And tell me, what now is real?
And what's a hologram?
Pushed out by the Cuckoo,
My world's come crashing down.

So can you fix my wings please?
Make me like the rest,
Pushed out by the Cuckoo,
Trying to get back in the nest.

I’m like a Skylark without wings,
Falling from my sky,
Pushed out by the cuckoo,
Left out to die.

Immune

Buried under mud and dirt,
Glassy eyes with no hint of expression,
Immune to all her loved one's hurt,
Their tears, their sorrow, their depression.

Spectate

I watch with newly opened eyes,
The lives of those I've never met,
Spectate their sorrow, hope, surprise,
Their sadness, their woe, their regret.