ILLITERATE BARRIERS

THE dark seed of wanton needs, twirling in the twisted mind of the child,
eyes wild, a struggle to keep his manner mild, hidden behind false smiles.
The handicap by of the beguiled chap, miraculously crossing gaps in waltz.
Dancing through the terror, learning through the errors of each of his faults.
The salvation of his problems quickly growing nearer, next to fulfilling dreams;
people noticed his eyes gleam, acting strangely, seeking solace in screams.
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HIS college requests denied in excess, rejects piled up in the mess of his mailbox,
tears shaking his body, fingers raking his face, jagged nails slicing under frail locks.
Why would God, the biggest bully we've got, leave him to wither in his growing tears,
Never to be spoken to by the primly, never to embrace the pretty, or pressed by cheers.
Fists balled, crossing the crowded halls, peering at the rushing children, carrying books;
Pitiful, trying to perfect their looks; he refrained from firing, amazed at the control it took.

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FINALLY free, sitting in the back of the class, no longer the slack amongst the mass;
sweaty like he'd just run track, waiting for the ample opportunity for the attack.
The refreshing crack, snapping the students straight by the sound of a smacking ruler,
aching to be cooler; the teacher thought him the fool, and right now he'd fool her.
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HUDDLED in corners, he basked in sniffles of the mourners of the dead and dying,
soul set free and flying, shooting the people who suscepted to frightful crying.
Through all the lying, he'd find his peace in the dismembered children pieces,
sniggering at the negotiators calling, students falling dead after wanted releases.
Trying to fix everything, finding the faults in the bullets sting, making it scarier.
Showing what it could bring, when somebody tries and cross the illiterate barriers.