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I'm Sorry
When I was a kid... I never spoke up About the bullying and torture I endured on a daily basis Because I was afraid Nobody would listen
Cherise DoanePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Journey
They told me to be a knight, but I found the armour heavy. The blades were dull and my steed was old. The tools they gave me were orthodox yet ancient not suited for me or the battle I was in.
Edward BrittaniaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Sun Rises
The sun rises on the innocent and the guilty Water quenches the clean and the filthy Animals die for the helpful and the hurtful
Omission of Dissonance
Natural flow of words my mind lets go. Without trying my brain ignition becomes composition. Such things like haste, and all time I waste. Who is pulling the trigger? Who is the happiest grave digger? Simple, I spew off words my mind construed. Do I really want to murder people with the God forsaken truth? So brutal it might rip their heads off and leave their bodies like a cooked noodle. Koo koo woo hoo, eat shit, love is the truth. All you leave behind are your deeds. Are they good or bad seeds? I'm happy to know what sadness tastes like. I'm stronger knowing what weakness breeds. Ya, eat shit if you plant bad seeds. I'm loyal as a dog, maybe why I walk in this fog. When it clears the sunlight glints off these fangs. Good Lord I'm strange. Beware I feel I've become an animal somehow. Do wrong near me they'll be nothing saving you now. We are all brothers and sisters and children of the same world. If you've come to hate, it is my fangs you won't appreciate. Remember, caring is what made me crazy. I'm a pacifist to a certain degree. Push me and the animal is the last thing you'll see.
Garrett Jair LangPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat Is It
a broken mirror can't be fixeda broken mirror can't be fixeda broken mirror can't be fixedpatch the scraps together......unsightlyghastly reflection of the sun you used to admirehorridultimate chunk: dismissedto place it back forcefullyerrorheating sense on fingertipsdribbledribbledreadful404 not foundblood droppingeyes
If I Were in Love
If i was in love, i would treat her like a queen And be her humble king, cuddling at her feet if i was in love, i would mostly act with sacarsm
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Deed is Done
You do what you need to do. What you need to do to survive. To survive through the night To get through the day The week
Charlie MillerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRun Girl, Run
Run Girl, Run She wanted to be a man in disguise Paid right Total autonomy of her body She wanted to be a dandelion To fly freely
Malika YoungPublished 7 years ago in Poets