Then and Now

I’ll always be the one that gave you wrinkles

And that thought makes my skin crawl

Knowing I was the one to cause you pain

All for my unnecessary gain

I will never know how much I disappointed you           

Because you never let those emotions seep through

You put on a brave face and pardoned me

You never let me see

The hurt that I caused repeatedly

I can never take back any of my actions, I can only repent

But you will never get all those hours you spent

Worrying about your child in those rebellious years

As your face hoards them, deep rooted from all the fears

Signed

Patricia Hilton

Extract:

It reads on your face, from here to the far ends of space. I can read every little emotion and lack of respect and that can only have a negative effect. Give me space and let me BREATHE, let me be the person you obviously don’t want me to be.

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Lyrical warfare, assassination of the mentally corrupt
Crush party-goers, I can't get enough
Slaughter insight of the page book genius
No credit for they deem me a defective delinquent

I write, you can't hear me verbalize
Open your eyes, I'm quite the surprise
My words will tear out your spine
Or make you feel heaven through your mind

None of this is to be said just to intimidate
I don't mind being read cause your world lacks enervate
However, I'm often looked at as the underdog
Most of them got it all wrong
With my words, I'll always stand strong

For those who can't see, just grab a book
Create a world with just one look
Indulge in the mid of some other
The words will bring you to a new place
One for you to embrace
The haunting of the soul can embark on journeys
Open a book and find fantasy
Explore with your imagination
You never know until you take the time to see

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The Price Of War

Pray for peace in the midst of war The end seems so far away Hate lays thick like night fog We fight for the land for the hogs For the oil for the gold Humanity lost with the innocence Burning the blood candle at both endS Ones win is another's end Sin justified in the name of peace and order Creating chaos to prevent anarchy Pledge allegiance to the monarchy The weight of hypocrisy lies heavy on those at the bottom of the hierarchy Blood for profit there's no fair exchange The pawns pay the price of war Protect the dream at all costs Cut the check mate Scars of the soul inflicted with every trigger pull Spirit lost being led into the darkness By those we follow with hollow caves behind their gaze No remorse resides in those who craft the agenda Push for control peddling religion The reason behind it all In the names of our deities we slaughter whom who opposes Bomb in the name of Allah, murder in the name of Jesus amen Sacrifice the men baptized in fire Clutching the cold steel Break their minds and impose your will Will it ever end or is it our nature Doomed to repeat history forever Could we be fated to extinction By machines of our creation

The Last Stop



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In the stuffy heat I notice her, her eyes burning into me

I breathe in the filthy air and try to ignore but she draws me in

The longer she stares, the more I wonder

Do I know this sad girl sitting on the floor, have I wronged her?

She frightens me to a slight degree

The curiosity is eating at me

Why is she so intent on grabbing my attention?

I give her a fleeting look

She remains stern and her eyes are locked

I realise I am all alone on this carriage with the sad lost girl

Taunting me with her glare

Her stop approaches, it seems

As she gathers up her belongings

I wait for the inevitable confrontation that never came

And a part of me is disappointed as the mystery is not explained

She floats past me but never releases her eerie grip

She whispers a line that will haunt me forever

“I was never here’’

As I wait for my stop I feel her eyes on me

Burning with torment and anguish from afar

A shudder engulfs me and a sinister pang of guilt arises

A past memory envelops me of distant nightmares

Now I remember, now I see

This is the girl who haunts me, every night just past three

The girl on the floor is the one who knocks on my door

And tells me she loves me

She stands in the shadows of my subconscious

And never lets me sleep

How could I forget the one action I regret?

Letting this poor girl go in the darkness that night

Now I am terrified and every sound gives me a fright

And I see her in every dream

Now as I sit alone on the platform I can see

That these nightmares are now a reality

I see her harrowing face in the mist

Blowing me her last ever kiss

Signed

Patricia Hilton