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Break-Free

I'm drowning in this ocean from lack of preparation
As i call out with great passion
My God save me from these fractions,
And these unfair presentations.

I don't understand their expectations ,
Placed on me like I'm some grand magician.
And All these essays cause me to cry in desperation

Cuz They have no compassion
Even after their realization
I have a life and no time for their math operations
Can't they see That juggling is my occupation

They make vain accusations
Saying I lack concentration,
But their blind to my need for inspiration
And instead suppress my grand imagination

Because I live in this nation
The government controls my education
Can't you see this indoctrination

They come with their regulations
And declarations
Claiming the story of redemption
And restoration

No more shall I endure this repetition
Or suffocation
School is not our salvation

So take heed to my proclamation
Don't fall for this organization
Rather set free your imagination
See past their accusations

You don't lack concentration
Simply cuz you don't conform to their regulations ,
You're not a magician
And don't have a life of perfection
And Just cuz you can't solve every math operation
Doesn't mean you won't make it to graduation

So Don't carry their expectations
Like their some kind of illustration
Your not their creation
You belong to the one who is your propitiation
For Christ is the door to your eternal destination

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carolinexliz

Absolutely love this poem, very well put great piece of work

Alyssa776

Wow this is absolutely amazing

When Will It End?

Waking up at 7 sharp,

and out of the door I go.

Then I walk on the black tarp,

and start my school flow.

 

7 hours of enslavement,

and on my way home I go.

Walk again across the pavement,

and then unlock the door.

 

I don’t like this, I want out.

I can’t do this anymore.

There’s no time to cry and pout,

facing this life of bore.

 

When will it stop?

I can’t do this anymore.

When will all of this end?

I can’t face the status quo.

 

My life is a pain ,

that no one understands.

All the weight I continue to gain

not enough name-brands.

 

I want to tell my story,

but I dare not know where to start

For me, my name is Corey,

for me, will you have a heart?

 

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Pick up the Pieces

A broken union, a shattered sovereign nation, broken in pieces, while its people fight out pointless squabbles, petty fights, they riot demanding change, that they be treated better, they do not realize the reason behind their current predicament is of their own ignorance, a price that they will pay for dearly, they demand a leader who will fix this nation, but their vision of the future is a warped one, morphed by a slothful desire to waited on hand and foot, to put no effort in supporting others, nigh lift a finger to better themselves, a twisted idea, a morphed mind, instilled by, immoral, morals, unjust, justice, they believe everything they see on subjects they know nothing about, they follow leaders who don’t even know how to lead themselves, to feed their irresponsible decisions, when all this nations needs is to pick up the pieces before they get lost, like a jigsaw puzzle that gets put back unfinished, when it gets pulled out again there is a piece missing an all important piece, even though it’s a single piece the picture cant be complete without it, so before we lose them we need to pick up the pieces, to complete the picture, to put this nation back on its pedestal, a staple of strength, power, and unity, but now it lies as an example of what deception, betrayal, and indecision, can do to even the most powerful and stable nations, a crack that spread from the very foundation, it was left unchecked, so it grew and eventually it split it in to, bringing down everything above, a masterpiece ripped to shreds, by what was a easily solvable problem but a slothful population and selfish leadership left it for the other to fix, so it was free to spread and grow corrupting the foundation, making it brittle and weak, a feeble husk of what was once a formidable, inspirational example of what hard work and perseverance can do, now it lies as an example of what a brainwashed population and a corrupts leadership can do, but even after all this it can still be fixed if the little squabbles, and pointless fights, are put to the side to be settle when all of this is over and the problem that threatens to bring everything we've done to the ground, because whether you are blue or red, your still human, a person, just like the ones on the other side, descendants of a stroke of evolution, genetic innovation, one in a million creation, so why fight, why go back to the primal way of life as before when we where made to expand to innovate, to create, not destroy, so why bring us back to a primal state of rage where violence decides the outcome of the world, where brute force makes the rules, when we where made to be different, we where made a special, unique experiment to stray away from just animalistic instincts of survival to discover and explore, so why resort to war, to childish rumors to bring others down to rise yourself in the ranks, just to get first place you willing to set everything in your way ablaze just for fifteen minutes of fame, a little selfish an inexplainable way to think, just to be in the spotlight for a few minutes your willing to ruin the play, to gain just a little bit of popularity, you'll danger those around you , with no second thoughts, no regrets, like its your god given right, to be a inconsiderate, thorn in society side just to get a chuckle from the few others like you, at the expense of those who actually contribute to society, rotten apple that stands alone a reject, an abused, used victim in realty all of those problems you have can only be solved by you, a question only you have the answer to, an excuse that been abused and overused beyond, the right to be a cliché, you insult those people who have been through all of that, those who have suffered being left alone in the cold, to walk their life alone but, but you heed not of this infraction, its just another stolen weapon in your arsenal of self preservation and selfish way of life, but even still the problems we face can all be solved to be put away as a bad memory if we just band together, and pick up the pieces, and stop the pointless arguments, and reasonless disputes, and just pick up the pieces before their lost forever, and put this broke and shattered nation back into the masterpiece, it once was  

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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The Surface

Location

32091
United States
29° 56' 43.8072" N, 82° 6' 21.8448" W

I am drowning
They cannot hear me, no
They cannot listen
It must be “cannot”
There is no “will not” or “do not”
Not with them, and not for me
Not for me, from them

I am drowning
The bruises form, I
Feel them spread
If they could feel it
No, they do not listen
Not to me, from where they stand

I was drowning before the portests
I was drowning before the speeches
I was drowning before I was even a babe

I am drowning
Because they hold me
Not the ones with changing skin
Not the ones with fear of God
I drown by the hand of those, who
Fear me
They fear me

One day, I will surface
To a world beyond fear and heat
Until then I am drowning
In this sea of blinded hate

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Be Mine

 

A girl asked me to be hers once

And I didn't even consider it

Not because she's awful

She's my friend in fact

Not because she's not my type

She's a sweetheart, so she is

Not because she's dreadful-looking

She isn't, I don't care what anyone else says

No, my reasoning is the same for all I've denied

I will not be anyone's

I am my own

The most I'll go for would be sharing each other

She'd have my heart

But she wouldn't own my soul

I don't like that

Most Valentines say 'Be Mine' on them

But I think it's phrased wrong

I like the concept of the origin of love

And I'd like someone to fill the emptiness in my soul

If I am to have a someone in the first place

But all this talk of queerness recently

No doubt leads to talk of love

And I love love, when it's in its general form

But when it zeros in to romance

I have a love hate relationship with it

Yes, love is everything for me

Just not that specific sort

Anyways, I just have insomnia

And I think these thoughts that need to be written

So I write them

And although love in this sense is too complex and intimidating for me to grapple with

I at least added a few sentences to the dialogue

Cassie, I love you

But I am not yours

Which is why I said no

That's not to say I would've said yes otherwise

But in some far off universe you know I said yes

Without even a beat between being asked and answering

And our alternate universe selves are happy

And together

On a porch drinking cider

And holding hands

And planning their vast settle-down-ish future

I know that alternate universe me is happy

Since she has an alternate universe you

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Loving Healthy Relationships

So you might be thinking,What is a healthy relationship?Well, I can tell you without blinking.Just kick back and let's take a trip. A healthy relationship should be exciting and fun,You can claim that special price you’ve won.Whether it’s a spouse or friend,We should stick with that person until the very end. Share your secrets, they won’t tell.Don’t even worry, you won’t have to yell.You will respect each otherOf all the things you might uncover. All the fun memories you make, And the special trips you take,Will be remembered forever, And shared with whomever. Your Cinderella fairytale will come true, And together ride off into the sunset, just you twoDon’t be afraid to express your love.The glass slipper is sure to fit like a glove. From beginning to end,To your partner, you’ll tend.Through all the bumps along the wayYou know for certain that you will stay. As you lay together that final nightKeeping your lover in constant sight.Until their last breath has been taken,And you know they cannot be awakened. You will think of all the fun times you had,And how great he was at being a dad.The way he made them smileWhen he was around for a while. Your relationship was healthy and strongNever ever did he do you wrong.Your love will be remembered, cherished and longed forEach day your love grew more and more. 

This poem is about: 
My family
Guide that inspired this poem: 

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Dear brain

Dear brain,

How's it going?
Long time, no see

(jk,
I can't see you,
you're inside of me.)

I always hear what you have to say,
so I wanted to share something with you.

Since we were young, 
     we've had to work on the way we speak to one another.

You used to say some really ugly things to me,
     making me feel
          unwanted
          conflicted &
          numb...

Good thing we went to therapy !!!

You've been quieter since those days,
but, we still have a long way to go...

Some days, I can't tell if I
     like you
     or
     don't

because even when you're not being mean to me,
     you can be very critical of the things I love and I don't always understand.

When you're loud, you're destabilizing,
but when you whisper,
     I can't tell if it's me or you 
     saying the ugly things

and that is what scares
me
most.

Sincerely,
Amanda Cherie

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Our Journey

Tue, 07/16/2013 - 01:38 -- doubs

Love at first sight

My mom saw your height

Cool calm and collected

Everything delightfully more than I expected

 

We started off slow

It was you I wanted to get to know

Everything worth the wait

Just maybe it all is fate

 

Favorite colors yellow and pink

You melt my heart every time you wink   

In my heart it’s meant to be

Hope you always know what you mean to me

 

I’ve grown so close to you

Who would have ever knew

You always think I can

I guess you’re my biggest fan

 

Although I get upset its true

No one can make me happier than you

Everything will always be fine

If you tell me that you’re mine

 

BY: Chelsey Doubler

TO: My love Luke

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Frustration Unspoken

I'm tired of you,
Can't stand you.
You do not do,
You do not know.
Can't stand you.

Like the splash of blood between my legs,
The cold fat heart of a brute
Brute like you.
Daddy, father, old boot.
Im through.

I tried to talk,
Tried to say.
But i'd rather grow wings than
Listen to your Jehovah's talk. Mormon. Hipocrite Catholic.

You said i'd become one of them if i didnt listen to you. So i listened.
And i began to hate you, father.
Wanted to kill you old boot,
But you killed me first.

Like shoe polish you became bright, beaming. Fat Buddha.
I even rubbed ur belly for good luck.
Rubbed it twice.
But ur sole was still dull and black.

Just like you.
I can be a numb little black shoe.
My sole goes sour. There's a stench.
Stupid girl.
Empty Jar.

To forget,
I made a model of mother for me.
Away, away, away.
But i was just like u to him
And to her.

You killed me more than once.
I killed them more than twice.
I wanted to be alone,
Wanted to be wanted.
Empty jar.

Daddy, father, old boot.
I'm tired of this shoe,
Tired of you too.
You do not do,
You do not know.

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