Eyes of Hope  

A beat.
A rhythm.
Something that moves your soul.
A poem.
A song.
A release from all I know.
A word.
A whisper.
Silent from all you can see.
A smile.
A glimmer.
Fake to what's in me.
A breath.
A sigh.
The relieve the pain within.
A heart.
A soul.
Something shattered, without sin.
A dream.
A nightmare.
Who can tell the difference?
A scream.
A shout.
Without the least resistance.

The moral of this story is, everything within you is just an unwritten story.

A solemn dance begins slow,

But the longer it continues, the faster it goes.

A spinning scream shattered the sky

No one answered or even questioned why

A greedy grin stole a valuable pence,

Nothing then, tried to make any sense.

The dance was growing to be too fast,

This dance would always touch her past.

The rush of the beat ran through her,
 
The room became hot, cloudy and obscure.

She fought the rhythm desperately,

Yet there was a loss of equality.

A whisper that would never be heard.

No, this whisper would neer be inferred.

The music stopped, and even though the dance was over,

She knew she'd changed and been put under a cover.

Until she was daring enough,

To dance ever again would be rough.

She will live through life remembering the dance.

That stole from her a flaming chance.

Her last feeling of regret and fear

Would always be a whisper noone could hear.

Each time she'd find something beautiful,
She ruined all of it's beauty
She walked down a gorgeous path,
The flowers seemed so soothing.

She saw a blood red rose,
And approached to slowly pick,
But as she reached, the stem attacked,
The thorn gave her a pricck.

She grabbed the flower, nonetheless,
And held it to her close.
It wilted and crumbled to black,
Staining her heart and her clothes

She wiped the black off of her blouse
And resumed walking slow,
She could ruin everything beautiful,
But she'd rather walk alone.

You all make me sick!
I think you should all wake up.
There are young girls getting raped,
By people they trust.

There are men torturing their wives,
And there are women dying from it.

There are friends shooting one another,
For no real reason.

But that's okay right?
We're only human beings.

The babies starving to death
Because all their mother could find
Was a single apple rind
Rotting in the trash.

Show some compassion!
Give a little bit.

A mother crying because
Her son just died from a terrible disease
And she didn't have the money
To take him to the doctor.

And there you sit, saying it's their own fault.
Sometimes, yes, but we all make mistakes.
However it's YOUR fault for many lost lives.

A single dollar from every person in the world
Would raise trillians to help children

A single person noticing a neighbor
And the need to help someone, could end rape and abuse

Just giving a compliment to someone different everyday
Could save a person, have you seen suicide rates today?

Be a decent human being.
Don't attack someone else.
And start acting like you'd like to be treated.

This has nothing to do with religion.
This has to do with a real girl
Completely sick of what her forefathers
And fathers turned this country into.
I'm sorry if this excites anyone's anger,
But instead off whining,
Instead of fighting,
Start changing.

Today is the day you build a future for someone else.

Stop being so selfish.

And think about how you can help someone other than yourself.

If I bite my tongue for you,

You close your eyes to me.

You don't want to hear,

Therefore, you can't care.

You don't see how I act,

You don't feel my pain,

Thanks alot,
        For caring
               about me.

My words are just as important.

My tongue, just as eager.

So read this, as it's the only way

For you to comprehend:

Shut your mouth.
        Open your eyes
                 Start to listen.

Because the world would be awful lonely

If every tongue was silenced by you.

A thousand tears can form an ocean

For you to sail across

And if you didn't see the motion,

You'll forever be lost

The waves toss you 'round, like you have no bones

Now you're abound, tired and alone

You have no energy to keep moving

Not even the will to keep moving

That you can survive thick and thin

No matter the cost you'll still try to win

But as you slowly stop to struggle

All that's left of you is a few bubbles

So wipe your tears, don't keep the notion

To struggle for life in a tear-drop ocean