No OneIf home is where the heart is. Then where is my heart? Do I not have one?I have never had a home as long as I can remember. I am always on the run.I have no family. I have no friends. I am a supposed fugitive.I am an outcast.~Hello I am No One.
The Parts of LifePain is my burden,Well at least a part of it.Something that will follow me,Like Death, forever.Blood is my life,Well some of it.It keeps me alive,It keeps me here on Earth.Death is my shadow,Well almost all of it.It's something that watching me,It's something that messes with me.Betrayal is my mind,Well parts of it.It's something that eats away at you,It's something that stays with you.All of these are parts of my life, forever.
The Leaving - SonnetHurrying away from everything you know.Leaving without warning; telling one other.Planning it; keeping it on the down low.Taking one other with; now a brother.Always being hunted; some sleep.No peaceful nights for a while.We stay silent at night, no a peep.We journey on bike for miles.Losing memories along the way.Night growing colder than before.Memories fading every single day.Rian appear rapidly than before.Gabe is crying out of starvation.We are both weak from starvation
SufferingSuffering is living,It's a known fact.It's something we can't live without,It's something that will always be there.Suffering is living,It's well known.It's something that doesn't ever go away,It's something that stays with you.Suffering is living,It's know by many.It's something that you don't ever want,It's something that people hate.Suffering is forever more until the world dies and all is at peace.
StormThe quiet before a stormIs peaceful,Is calming.The quiet before a storm,Is enjoyable,Is dry.When the storm comes,It's unexpected,It's sudden.When the storm coems,It's meet by thunder,By lightning.Then the storm leaves,It's peaceful once more,There's no more storm.
Patents is a VirtuePatents is a virtue,So was said, long ago.Patents is a virtue,Is said no more, everyone is dead.Patents is a virtue,Got us killed, a nation.Patents is a virtue,Is a death sentence, killed hundreds.Patents is a virtue,Only few survived, out of hundreds.Patents is a virtue,Will kill, what's left of us.
Ode to The Receiver - OdePain,Tiredness,Comes some if not all,The time.Colors bright,Vibrant,And there every day.Colors only few can see,ONly few can recognize,Only few know.Memories of pain,Happiness and,Joy leave when given.Soon all of them,Will be gone,Will be given to,Someone newSomeone to take your place,And to feel what you've felt,Your long life.
JugmentHundreds of eyes stare down at me,Some with intelligence, some with playfullness,Some with hard eyes, same with soft, kind ones,Some older, some younger,But I see no hate in their eyes,I see no jugment,I see happiness, joyfulness,That'll change - I reminded myelf,It will defanently change.
Jonas - DiamnteJonasKind, FriendlyCaring, Growing, LearningSelfless, Mature, Solitude, FeelingReceiving, Lying, GivingGrown, KnowledgeableReceiver