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Don’t give up and never give in
Keep fighting the fight and someday you’ll win
So don’t give up and never give in
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again
This world will not greet you
I should have known the minute they started treating me different
Well, now I'm all grown and I'm getting thrown out of my ass
Forced to be all on my own, stuck with nowhere to call home
God I am frustratedNothing is as it shouldWonderful thoughts of flightBroken calls of worry
What Can I
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[Verse 1:]
So, they ask me what’s poetry.
What can I do but tell you what this poet thinks?
Reality is whatever my words make it.
A long forgotten shack in the middle of a blizzard,
Poetry is food for the mind
At our youngest ages
We yearn for attention
We long for satisfaction
And hope for fulfillment
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
to speak but cannot form the words that would fulfill my thoughts desire.
to gain freedom but scared to face the breakout of war against another.
yes, yes this is how you and i must feel, this is how you and i try to explain,
I have trouble keeping my imaginary body together,
Free from the safe house of epidermal covering and rippling plasma
I used to be enamored, in love with the entity that led me to my self-destruction
A cool wind blows past my shoulder
I turn to you and you look back to me
Flecks of sunlight fall through the cracks left by the trees and lay gently on your face
I smile as you reach your hand to my cheek
Uplifting?
You want to hear about
Something uplifting?
That's something
That's supposed to
Make you feel good, make
You dietarily regular, make you
Want to eat yogurt and dance on
Donuts
I don't mind if my studies whirl me through space and time,
Time, the dime that pays for our studies, our crimes,
The buddies, the lines, defined in our minds,
This beautiful music -
The key to my "Someday"
That is what I told myself,
And it was true
This beautiful music got me here
This beautiful music got me through
A childhood of pain
I feel like you look for messages engraved in the cliche
i don't like it
but it seems to work.
this is straight forward.
i miss my metaphors
tired and hungry I can't help but wonder
A day recedes, I'll chase down one more nightA lamed and hobbling Spring tries to outrun the tideof all the misspent monthsand all this wasted time
People are trying to be the next big thing,
trying to out do the each other like we are in a race,
conforming to what we think the world wants,
I woke up today with tears in my eyes.
Walked down the hall, Mom asked what was wrong; I couldn't lie..
Mom held me close and whispered in my ear
Words that still ring, loud and clear:
I'm crying in my crib and I reach to feel your warmth that radiates the most when I need it.
Mom Come pick me up.
When the lights are searching my pockets of darknessThose words that frantically chime in your earThey are still alive, they knew me wellI told them, you were a whisper
You are the moon and I am the sea,
Your constant changing faces,
Are always changing me,
When you show your full face,
I looked at her
I took a good long, long look at her
At moments she was as pretty as the multi-colored sunset, waving goodbye as it faded it into the ocean
I'd give a day to hear the sweet warm voices that speak to me
To soothe my sorrows and fulfill my dreams for eternity
I rue the day they stop speaking to me
For I need them to fulfill my destiny
People are animals.
We, once domesticated creatures, now are on a destructive regressive path.
We are ending our own world.
We are cracking our mother's heart with the pollution of our industries.
“No. No. No. We are not like the other cells
We are sophisticated and superior, living in houses and hotels
No drinking via osmosis, but pull water from wells
And we are called to worship God by the church bells”
As the days go by,
Since you left.
All I have done is nothing to delay,
Everything seems to just walk away.
Even in the coldest hour or season,
I hear you call out to me.
I feel lost
Like a tree in a city
10 feet from my closest friend
But only able to say she’s pretty
And I can see the people walking by
In a depression recession tribulation
Me & her hurting for money
And we kissing through It
Watching money watch online
She said do you think
We will survive
I say baby it's up to god
Stink like a bear stuck on a tree trunk
Baby you smell like a nasty payment
Wishing you had soap you couldn't buy
Old bread in your Ice box
Ted in your knee trunks
Girl your boyfriend got a stinky job
