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The Difference


Is there any joy in life?

To feel all of our desires slip away. . .

Why is all the pain within me?


Is there a way for me to say

To explain what I hold deep inside?

Is there room to dream,

For all my hope to come alive?


All of the pain in me tries to scream!

Yet I shut my mouth.

I must appear

Calm, colleceted, at peace with myself,

Nobody can know of any fear.


Why must we shut ourselves in,

And wear the mask of similarity?

Is anyone original?


I want to have a different personality,

But I'm afraid to stand out.

I watch and learn, then repeat

I know that I'm different inside.

Is there any way to act the same and feel complete?


I'm afraid to be different,

But I want to know what I feel

I want to fit in

But most I want to be real.


-Janel Randle-

Rain Drops


A gentle breeze
 calming, slightly chilling
softly, raindrops fall
Yet go unnoticed
  uncared for
The bright world around
breathes the icy air
Dark clouds are easily forgotten
 with the sweet whisper of laughter
But not before more drops fall
 hitting, then hidden.
The world won't notice a few clouds
 until the sky is dark
 and the only sound is the rain
  ending thought, silencing words, bringing only sorrow
The gentle breeze becomes a shreiking monster
 looking, finding, shaking, piercing,
Shut windows, doors, let nothing in
 so all that's left is the hollow echo
 The tears inside my soul.

-Janel Randle-