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The Daily News.
Her mouth moved indifferently.
Unrealistic words seeped out.
I looked around overwhelmed by emotion.
A deathly silence breaches the living room.
Her eyes focussed on the eggshell white walls.
She continued to explain the situation.
My ears reluctantly accepted her unwarranted sounds.
My feet uncomfortably amuse the Egyptian rug.
Tears begin to formulate as the moment progresses.
My eyes uncontrollably confront her tolerant frame.
No words can soothe this disturbing atmosphere.
My expressive arms comfort this worrying warrior.
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But you never stop to think what if it comes your way.
How will you react? What words will you say?
Would you be able to handle the pressure? Or will you run away?
Will you submit to your lord, kneel down and pray?
Would you consume alcohol to keep the demons at bay?
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But never stop to think what if one day.
It decides to comes your way.
Kela lewis-morin
Her mouth moved indifferently.
Unrealistic words seeped out.
I looked around overwhelmed by emotion.
A deathly silence breaches the living room.
Her eyes focussed on the eggshell white walls.
She continued to explain the situation.
My ears reluctantly accepted her unwarranted sounds.
My feet uncomfortably amuse the Egyptian rug.
Tears begin to formulate as the moment progresses.
My eyes uncontrollably confront her tolerant frame.
No words can soothe this disturbing atmosphere.
My expressive arms comfort this worrying warrior.
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But you never stop to think what if it comes your way.
How will you react? What words will you say?
Would you be able to handle the pressure? Or will you run away?
Will you submit to your lord, kneel down and pray?
Would you consume alcohol to keep the demons at bay?
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But never stop to think what if one day.
It decides to comes your way.
Kela lewis-morin
Literature
Learn to Love Again
Though they say that its better
To have loved and lost
then to have never loved at all
Its no compensation for the second
When you feel the cost
And see your loved ones fall
And though she rests where the angels fly
I just want to sit and cry
I must learn to love again
And all these days may go by
I can’t see the sun
I hide to avoid the test
It feels like a knife in my chest
I stare at my gun
Be with her and avoid the rest
But though she rests where the angels fly
I know she’d want me to try
To learn to love again
And if I could trade all the years
With her love so pure
And her looks, her feel, her voice
So I could forget th
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Lately...
Lately I've been thinking, if the steps
That I've taken were meaningful at all
I'm not sure if my conscience helps me anymore
Maybe faith is guiding me through this storm
My heart feels like it's being torn
By the one who I've cared about the most
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Expectations
The pressure keeps me going,
Yet holds me back.
The thought isn't comforting—
It feels like an attack.
The sort that keeps me up at night;
Why my fingernails are short.
Like a dark and looming blight;
A disheartening exhort.
Better, better, better!
The expectation is quite blunt.
Never, never, never...
Exactly what they want.
I'm not the person I want to be,
Due to expectations.
Under the eyes that never see—
My pain is their creation.
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something i wrote today while i was reading the papers as i usually do. i got thinking about all these death announcement that are suddent and unexpected. i got to thinking how common they occur and how the families adapt and accept the situation. i hope it comes across well i tried to simple in my language and put abit of rhyme in lol hope you guys like it 
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This makes me think of a quote from a famous madman.
"One death is a tragedy, one million is a statistic."
-Joesph Stalin
"One death is a tragedy, one million is a statistic."
-Joesph Stalin