Times of MayhemYou're trapped under a pile of hopelessness and grief. You want to be live another day even if it's brief. The rubble consumes your joy, faith and hope. You're just waiting for another person, to grope, Through all the rubble to find a wounded reaching hand, You feel like you're sinking underneath some choking sand, Then you touch something, could it be? Am I touching an angel, really? Can I see? Then you quickly realize you're grabbing a human's arm. You sigh in relief, you won't be in harm. The light of day surrounds you, hugging you and me. Then you run and help, because youTimes of Mayhem
The Burning of LiteratureTHE BURNING OF LITERATURE.//The Burning of Literature
A red tear slowly slips down her cheek As she looks to see a heartless freak Who's burning her quotes, her poems, her stories All that was left was awfully gory The ashes lay on the tear stained ground The pages all burnt into a pitch black mound She falls to the ground with grief and sorrow Not wanting to live another day, another tomorrow She grabs a handful of ashes and rubs it in her hands Staining her palm to make it as black as she can Using her tears, she cleaned her palm Even though, not all, was calm The arsonist laughed
YAR?!
I'm going to get some works up... BUT, they're not finished >< 
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"Let's just go to Final Jeopardy, shall we? The category is: I can't believe this, the Final Jeopardy category is 'Famous Mothers'."
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