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When society fallsAs we watch
This society fall
Let us all remember
What we were fighting for
Freedom from oppression
Safety from suppression
To fight without a cause
Isn't to really fight at all
We may think we rule the world
But really the world rules us all
Names'What's your name?'
'Why does it matter?'
'I want to know.'
'My name is of no importance.'
'My name isn't a part of me. It isn't what defines me. My name is nothing more than a label.'
'That's a very interesting way of seeing it.'
'Call me whatever you wish, it means nothing to me.'
'Your name is a part of you though.'
'Your name is as much you as the color of your hair or how tall you are.'
'Just something else for society to label me.'
'Not so. Something is only a label is you wish it to be.'
PrisonerI go through the motions every day
With a smile on my face
I try to avoid
Those wearisome things
I'm supposed to be happy
Because I have a great life
I want nothing more though
To go in my room and cry till I can't breathe
Somebody help me
Someone save me from myself.
Everything weighs me down
Someone help with this burden
I'm a prisoner
In my own life
I'll tell you the truth
If you would only ask
Even if you don't care
Stay with me
Stay by my side
And don't leave me alone
When I'm alone
Things just get worse
I'm just a prisoner
A prisoner in my own life.
Wake up loveHush now,
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
IsHopeless is the man who dwells on what could have been
instead of what might possibly be.
Cruel is the man who sees everything
and does nothing to stop it.
Vain is the woman who cares only for looks
and not for the feelings of others.
Callous is the child who only wants
and never cares of the words of his mother.
Ignorant is the man who will not listen
yet can only hear himself.
Heartless is the woman
who does nothing for others.
Tragic is a country who mourns for one
when thousands die from something we could prevent.
Hero less is a person
who has no one to idolize.
Horrendous is the person
who hurts those who cannot help themselves.
Desperate is the teen
who cries out only to have the cry on deaf ears.
Lost is the girl
who thinks she only has one path.
Idiotic is the teacher
who thinks there is only one kind of student.
Prideful is the person
who never thinks of others.
Arrogant is the person
who thinks they deserve all that they get,
And eventful will be the day
when the world final
I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.
When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.
And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.
They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.
Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.
The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my struggles heard around
till the silence reigned down.
But then the pointed
and screamed 'he will lead'
at the man who took my life
and I was left on the gallows alone.
For I no longer rule the world
and the dirt eats up my soul
the grains of time and age
make for one grievous grave.
The Envious MoonThe moon's envious glow,
is nothing more, than the suns bright rays
shinning back from a gray face.
The loneliest person in the world,
she can only reflect what others disperse
and never show her own light.
Sometimes though, she gets her desires
to change the light she reflects
and becomes orange or red.
It never lasts though.
She finds solace in her reflection
to know that she is actually there,
and to feed what little pride she has.
And the moon sits alone
never to have company.
Only her mournful shriek her only sound.
She can never be the one
who provides light and comfort.
The most she can do
is give off a little reflected light,
that isn't even her own.
Everyone loves the sun,
that warm, life birthing parent.
And everyone ignores,
the pale envious moon.
Who wants nothing more
than to be loved.
Romeo and JulietListen to me
As you shall hear
The tale of two lovers
By fates fickle hand
A boy and girl in love
Yet never meant to be
Only because of what society says
Times raged rampant
As gangs fought against each other
Fighting more and more
As the days trickled on
Romeo of the east
And Juliet of the west
A pair of star crossed lovers
In love but never meant to be together
They met during star struck nights
And dawns early light
Stealing kisses in the dark
And avoiding families suspicion
They made a plan
To get married
And run away
But running never happened
Romeo was attacked
He had slain Juliet's cousin
It was a tragedy for everyone
As Venice banished him forever
Juliet couldn't live without him
And faked her death
Romeo thought it was real
And sacrificed himself
When Juliet awoke
And saw her lover dead
She couldn't live without him
And so took her own life as well
When families visited
And saw the true tragedy
The fickle fight
Was realized as nothing more than t
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
Her WorldShe lives in a world all of her own
Of brilliant blues and dazzling greens
Sunshine more radiant than you could ever imagine
Sweet aromas of fresh flowers and
Strawberries lace the air
She speaks her own secret language
Broken sentences and mismatched syllables
Playful sing-songs and heartfelt tunes
She dances to her own beat
You will never understand the wonder
Of a bubble dancing in the breeze
Glistening pinks, purples and blues
There is nothing more beautiful to her
You will never battle the difficulties
Of not being able to say what enters your heart or mind
A prisoner of yourself
Trapped behind your own tongue
Choking on your words as you try to speak
And while she struggles
While each day is an uphill battle
In a war that will span a lifetime
You'll never see the world in all it's wonder
In all it's beauty
In all it's glory
As she does
Poem: Hold OnHold On
I heard you crying last night
Did you stop trying last night?
You scream there is nothing left
You say there is nothing inside
You used to fly up so high
But you fell to pieces in the sky
You let go of your faith
And threw away your dreams
Try and find something left for us
I'll turn the lights out
Sleep for tonight
I have to leave,
You have to face this alone
You need to build your strength
You lost faith in me
And gave up
You know there is nothing
Left of us
You say it's too late
And nothing hurts
The feelings will come
And some will burn
But some will heal
If you keep strong
You won't hurt anymore
You can lay in the grass
And feel the sun
If you'll just wait for one
Keep shining darling
It's never too late
To turn your life around
Even if only for a day
You can reinvent yourself
And become someone new
Live a different life
And dry off your eyes
Just keep smiling,
I promise you it's not all gone
There is light at the end
All you have to do is hold on
choke on itthe bruises are thick
there for life my hearts tattoo
you broke it open, these stupid words!
what the hell will this do?
i want it to burn you
but it wont.
you sit and smile, that maddening look in your eye
you've gone mental
too crazy for my taste
no, i don't love you.
i love the boy who called me beautiful
i yearn for him
but you're an evil heartless man these days
i wish you would let go
i want to choke the life from you
but my hands are busy around my own neck
I Can TryI can listen to everything you have to say
And try my best to make you feel better
Make the difficult times easier for you
I can hold you close and make everything else disappear
Let you take out your anger and frustration
Promise not to go anywhere
I can tell you I won't leave you when things start to fall apart
But that doesn't mean you would do the same
When things start to get hard
I can love you with all of my heart
Miss you so much it hurts to breathe
But that won't make you come back
Make you want to be with me
I can try to convince myself that there's someone else out there for me
That you don't still own my heart
I don't know if I'll ever truly be over you
But I can try to be
MimeIt's hard to communicate when
You're silenced by black and white paint.
Gloved white hands try to express,
But none understand the charade.
A face that carries a masked smile,
But eyes that shine emptily through.
Deep inside you know the truth.
They don't and won't understand you.
Dressed in stripes like a criminal,
You are locked up inside your act.
Your invisible brick walls
Ironically imprison you.
So take your invisible rope
Wrap it around your throat.
Knot, pull taut.
Is it still an act?
forgive meI am sick
to no longer see you
I am sick
to have lost your love
I am sick
and I am ashamed
of you having deceived
They Don't UnderstandYou're perfect in my eyes.
Don't listen to the others.
They don't matter anymore,
They don't see the real you.
The fun, cute, lonely you.
They can't look past their up-turned noses
To see the child begging for help,
Begging for love.
They call you weird,
They call you stupid,
They call you a freak,
They call you every name they can think of.
It makes me mad!
How dare they?
They don't understand,
They have no clue what you've been through.
They have no right,
No right to judge.
They don't know,
They don't understand.
You've been hurt,
Can't they give you a break?
Of course not.
Because they don't understand,
They don't know,
They don't care to know.
But, I do, hun.
And I'm here,
I'll protect you,
I'll heal you.
Let me save you,
Let me be your superhero.
Let me take you away from here,
Let me love you.
Let me love you like you love me,
Let me save you like you saved me.
Knife"It'd look far better drenched in blood,
dripping off its blade,
controlled by hate,
causing a deadly flood,"
I thought in pain
and put this knife into my vein.
HeartbrokenI loved, I cared, I gave you all that I could,
My misfortune; I couldn't be all that you wanted.
I hoped, I wished, and I thought you understood,
My misfortune; my heart felt taunted.
I wondered, I asked, and I prayed for your own good.
My misfortune; I felt so unwanted,
I pleaded, I begged, all to share thoughts I could,
My misfortune; I neglected the hurt you had planted.
I was stupid, I was blind, I was unable to read your mind,
My misfortune; I still messaged you.
I learnt my lesson, I felt the world, I now think I know it,
Dont worry, you shall never feel so lacerated.
I promise, I swear, I shall never speak to you again,
For I deserved it all to have fallen for you.
I was silly, I was weird, and I was dumb to think --
How could I been the one you cherished?
But may you answer if you could -- how could someone be so indecisively cruel?
A cold-heart with its own blood, uncaring with bleeding hearts
I question if you care truly for my well being,
Or if it is just an illusion to fill
WindowsThe entry to the soul,
the objects that always tell the truth.
Eyes that judge.
Eyes that love.
Eyes that hate.
Eyes that wait.
That simple orb,
with an array of color.
Eyes that are cruel.
Eyes that are perfect.
Eyes that are regretful.
Eyes that are broken.
eyes are never the same,
be it emotion or color.
Eyes that close.
Eyes that open.
Eyes that freeze.
Eyes that burn.
That simple color-filled orb,
that shows the soul filled with love,
or that can be cold as ice.
Eyes that are filled with hope.
Eyes that are filled with confusion.
Eyes that are filled with sadness.
Eyes that are filled with nothing.
As bright as day,
but as cold as ice.
Eyes are that small window
into the soul,
that we always try to hide.
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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