The Poetry of T.S.K. - Hosted by Tinidril

To Be Loud

Sometimes, I don't know what to say
Sometimes, I get away
And sometimes I do what they tell me to...
But sometimes I stay,
And watch the birds fly away.
I hear the angels sing,
They sing of a time
No one has ever seen
But I have
In a dream
So, I help the birds fly to the east of the sun
They say "Thank you." in no words,
But I understand
"You're welcome."
The birds know nothing
But God.
They seem so happy not quite quiet
But I am
Quite quiet
I need to be loud
Loud as the birds
Fot they know God
And I want to know God
I need to be loud
Loud as the birds...

What it Takes to be Cool...

Broken hearts,
Thoughts unwinding,
Never finding,
the pieces that fall to the floor.

Why must we kill ourselves,
To finally tell ourselves,
That we have gone over the edge.
I say, "There must be some other way."
But they say. "Just get away."
Then look at me like some sort of fool.
To kill ourselves...
Is that what it takes to be cool?

To love then to hate,
To lie and to break,
To make yourself known on the moon
Is that what it takes to be cool?

Fall to the ground,
The pieces glisten,
Why won't they listen?
He's screaming from all around...

Someday I hope they see,
That this is not meant to be.
I think that we have to turn over.
I don't want to be this way,
Tomorrow's another day.
I just do not know what to do
Don't wanna be this way...
If that's what it takes to be cool!

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