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You know I've been thinking a lot about life this crazy life that we all live, some days I look at life and say why because so many bad things happen to such good people but then there's days like today when I look into the eyes of my s
Many people celebrate Christmas in ignorance. They claim that Christmas Day is Jesus’ birthday, But they have no factual evidence of their beliefs. Jesus Christ was not born on the 25th of December.
Protection. It comes from a Primal place deep within that it creates Instincts that rivals a stone cold killer and WE become the Savage threat because Love is Love and that's the root of OUR Power.
Malice, envy, and strife are destructive to everybody. We should be impartial and condemn all wars. Do not let anybody teach you to fight and kill one another. Fearlessly censure arrogant tyrants.
(Patois)   Wa kina nahsi ting dat dem a kom wid? Nuh bring unu batty ahgument tu mi. Mi nuh wahn ier nuttn bout nuh salamite. Kip unu batty bizniz ahn unu salamite bizniz tu unuself.
Society has carved into me, sculpting out the ten commandments in bone Ten ways to hate myself now forever placed on my skin
Darling, at one time you loved me. So why don’t you love me anymore? Creation doesn’t change like love.   The sun shines during the daytime, And the moon glows at night.
tiny fragile budclean prune cultivate nurture—precious child blossoms....Mark Toney © 2020.4/19/2020 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
Quality children's books were what this man was bound to produce.He was a writer who died 30 years ago and his name was Dr. Seuss.He died in September of 1991 and was born in March of 1904.
Underprivileged children suffer hunger; Trillions of dollars spent on weapons.
I woke up before dawn in a confused state of mind And I stayed awake until daylight It was a Monday morning and I had nothing to do I couldn't cope with the trials of life anymore
The games that little boys playgive them the strength to conquerthat naive drivethey have insidecomes out strong, i’m sure. 
Oh little girl can’t you hear?i’m calling out your nameOh little girl what’s your fear?for you are not to blame. 
As my day begins, I wake up energized and excited, eager to go forth and explore the world as we know it, me, my comrades and all of our mutts, what to do first, we all muster at the corner, right next to my house, ready for our first great advent
Tough love?  Maybe love is too tough. Or is it too much ? I feel like your against me  More than for me.  Your best punishment  Is my worst punishment.  
T’was the middle of the day and all was about. All were awake, except for one snout.   Throughout the busy city and the peaceful neighborhood, 
Garden In Heaven Was hoping for some miracles As i look the road to heaven Gates of heaven leads me to you Your propitious flower and trees Chose to bring its satisfying idylls
The Children wake up in the morning, Go to the bathroom, Look at their faces in the mirror, Brush their teeth, Take a quick shower, Put on their clothes, And hastily make their beds .
(For the missing persons and their families) .
Once the child comes, Mother's out of strength, But her soul aligned with her baby, That's mother's love
We are the generation In which the world has Placed its trust onto.   We are the future. They've been saying this Since we were only children. It's all up to us.  
Five years old. Clouds like eyes in the summer sky. Fairies frolic through dandelion fields. In a timeless abyss  I roll down grassy hills, search for four leaf clovers dance on the moons of mars,
Angélique, you did not meet me by chance We grew up together in the same home Two lovable children formed a special bond We used to play hide-and-seek in the park And we would scare the meadowlarks away
Shadows bouncing 'round my room, tinting light in shades of gloom, find me climbing into bed time to rest my weary head   Darkness peering in my door, fingers spread across my floor,
Madison lives in a mysterious town,where little fairies & elvesplay in the tinsel garden Lollipops grow on trees,wafers in a bush,chips hang from branches,chocolates dangle from trees. Fountains of lemonade,strawberry and orange,.Chocolate mil
how tragic it is that our soceity places so little value in those who have so much to say
Inspired by Michelle   The author says, love is for you, love is for me And love is for the birds that sing so sweetly   Love is for comely brides as well as bridegrooms
For the missing children and their families .
My jack.. my wonderful jack! You have the whole world before you Your skies are blue The sun shines through....    A life so promising All that's new Stars are dancing Awaiting for you.... 
F a r a w a y   m o o nas a young childI could see your smiletaste your cheesesee your old mantouch you with my finger.
Don’t you see your children  bleeding?  Don’t you hear your children  screaming?  Don’t you see your country  burning? 
These Days I'm ... " Hearing " ... LOTS of Things About Peoples' Relationships ... ALL Kinds of PROBLEMS Between Women and Men ... ?!?
Who could have known that dimpled elbows and clumsy steps would birth wonderment. 
Esther,Brandon,Lila, and Grant, Henley, Melissa, Robbie, and Brent, They showed me something I never knew before; In the words of child, my passion was born. Reaching them is now my goal.
Discovering a misspelled word in your favorite novel  And smiling, Because nothing is perfect.  Watching wildflowers escape through dry brush, Pushing into the sun, Living in a ditch,
Discovering a misspelled word in your favorite novel  And smiling, Because nothing is perfect.  Watching wildflowers escape through dry brush, Pushing into the sun, Living in a ditch,
Well CLEARLY Ruth Kelly .... Something's ... A Bit SMELLY ... !!! Employment For PERVERTED Sorts ... !?! Now Then Dear Ruth What Is The TRUTH ... ?!? It's Time For Scores ... Say CERTAIN LORDS ... !!!
Twinkle Twinkle Little star Aren’t you tired You never rest Your weary eyes must hurt   But do they hurt from
  I don’t need to put up with it.  Yet I do. She doesn’t deserve to make me feel like nothing 100% of the time.  Yet she does. She doesn’t deserve me. 
 A kiss feels like childhood When you make a PB&J You spread the peanut butter and jelly on the bread unevenly at first. Though eventually you get into the rhythm
Children of the lion. Biding to be free. The motherland of the people. Cries with the trees.  
We are still the children painting pictures to hang on the fridge, but now it's too late to start over. Too late to pick a different color. Every stroke is a different future and every drop a different reality.
In our world ..  .. .. If you keep in touch with it,  you can feel others bleed. You can see what they see. It’s not make believe  
Dedicated to all victims of bullying, which include girls & boys of all ages, sizes, and backgrounds.  (That includes me too.)  "You can beat a bully without using your fists!"
Some cry climate change Other's say they're deranged.As the conflict evolvesAll our lives are involved.Who's right or who's wrong?What's the difference?
I knew you when you were a child, I don’t recall you, Although I tried,   Were you were sweet, While I was wild, The precious pet of the classroom kind,   An image of a smiling child,
Mine. Everything is mine.  My toys, my candy, my blanket Mom invited someone new over.  His. He thinks everything is his.  His toys, his candy, his blanket 
Little Girl   That little girl who no longer sits at the table, quailing away from the green monstrosities She forages for the ripest of them all Cooked or raw, she isn’t picky
Krispy Kreme used to bring glee to me. Free Samples, on the yearly. Came along with a hat that was neat Every year  I came and freaked. Then came Thirteen They never gave me
The glorious sun was out. The rays shining upon the white pearlies of my cousins, The glowing melanin of their skin, Appreciating the picture in front of me-
By now in life you have faced some demons; Learned the corners and closets to avoid.                               You coddle your innocence In the soft and cuddly things around you.  
i think that if i take it into too much consideration, the momental magic seems to be shaved away. there were twice as many stars as usual-
The questions pop up like fireworks Sparks flying out  I cover my face, evading them while fire licks the dark sky I push my hand over my ears I don't want to see, to think It hurts, my head straining
I realized I wasn’t a kid anymore When I started to long for the nap time I’d been given in kindergarten. How I squandered those precious hours of quiet Laying awake, convinced that I was not a child.  
Benny’s Biography By: Alexis Seith   im a kind and carefreey kiddo, and my name is benny hyde. im sory for my speling but, you see, im only 5. my brother-he’s in first grade
Her face lit up with a glow  Sparkles in her eyes  The great news she'd ever know  Is that she would be changing lives.  She knew that this was going to change it all  From her pockets to her qualities 
I remember the one phrase I used to tell myself all the time. “Man, I wish I was a grown up. Adults get to do whatever they want, it would be so cool” But what is cool about
Children Neverending smiling faces Annoying people with an endless stream of questions Only tolerated for future obligations   Never seeing people's true expressions
Mother I hated to watch you while you stood Back then, age 9, I knew what was going on. Always falling for the man of sophistication and
These changes keep coming life is not the same as is once used to be back when I ran and played.   Now I've got chores to do and I have to decide what career to pursue
The children run and play in a dark world. The smoke infiltrates our lungs: fits of coughing interrupt their play. They play in a dead world, putting on a show for those half-alive.
"Run!" Papa yelled and yanked me to the shed. Mama was ripping her blankets off the bed. I grabbed Little Ann a rag to protect her pink face.
A letter to humanity, With every new opening eye, I cry A new sigh, a new eye Born into this world Into the flames of splendor do we find ourselves to be
I “I hear that when God closes a door he must open a window.” Sister Louise did not respond to my joke. She was unmoved from her post at the window, as if waiting for God to emerge from the rain
A child closes their eyes, and the feeling of gravity releases… I float up into the atmosphere until the child opens their eyes, and I am forced to the ground by the weight of my love…
I was born in the land of women.   Raised by wolves,   Nurtured by mother bears, fierce and strong.   A tiger, stripes a path to their past, and a future they refuse to sacrifice.  
I remember the screams Of my youngest sister as she tried to sleep. Whose screams Concealed hushed, conspiring whispers. I remember too the leaves that swallowed
Summer’s here and the Sun’s Glare Brings little children—aliens— With tinted vision to live in a Body [of water] that is not their home. They see reaching arms
You sweet wandering child  with your soft, kind smile and hope-stricken thoughts oozing out your pores and  infecting those around you-- Tell me, how have you maintained your innocence in this
each drop oozing from your penhas been sketching me.for the last drop of perfectionblend it with my blood.
What makes us human? It's not our nationality, Not our ethnicity, Not our complexion, Nor occupation, social stature, Age, gender, religion, body size, hair texture, nor the colour of our eyes. But
Baby birds and food. Who is going to feed them? Stomachs growl for food.
I had dream that one day we could make world peace Aint nobody else believe in et dream but me My moms told me the world will never change I said mom yes it will just wait and see
There is an unspoken fear Of the fear that lies within. Of the fear boiling in my veins, Of the fear peeling back my eyelids at 1 a.m. I say nothing.
There is an unspoken fear Of the fear that lies within. Of the fear boiling in my veins, Of the fear peeling back my eyelids at 1 a.m. I say nothing.
The letters across my back shout the truth so urgently so vividly that no one can deny.  The world so clearly seen from behind.  But in the front, a hollering silence fills the void, even those of gifted ears
  All power means Is Pointless Oppression Without Even Respect I am powerless But that’s what makes my actions powerful  
“When a school bell rings!” RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! There goes the bell for the first period of my high school monotony Yet, with each shattering clang of metal, my heart beats faster
I've said farewell to many a kind From Cats to Hamsters, I didn't mind. Some past their time, to out of their prime, each one committed some sort of crime Father in wartime, the rain would always chime
I awake with a scream, my ears still ringing from the gunshots and yelling, the hymns we were singing. We march in the streets and we all yell some more. But it falls on deaf ears
I remember the nightmare– No, the February afternoon– When the garden shifted for what we dream could be the last time  It was impossible to watch such a disgusting tragedy  But our eyes were clawed open
I look at him And he looks back at me And I know we remember I know we are both thinking of that time Different pages Same plot
Mother, not mother, You take such care for me. I belong to not you, Yet you treat me like me Mother, you're not, The one who gave birth to me, You've built me up as a parent would,
I remember every time we went to see my dad my mom listened to Mary J. Blidge while I looked out to the desert and the white windmills wondering why we had to drive so far. I didn’t mind ,
Strive for science yet live for art Mother teach me through practical and passionate experience Help me allow them to bend and morph with my soul   You guide my choices and I follow through
We live in a country where, we become aware  of political issues through songs. Songs stating, "This is America" its just not fair. Children being ripped away from their mothers, 
My life was a hot mess. The daily abuse Left me in spirit Alone and confused. Five years of this stuff Was more than enough To reshape my person And turn me to mush.
  Home... It was a typical day. The same people taking their daily walks and the same children playing. Their smiles precious, but unfortunately temporary.
Look at you adults! Look at your ways! Where pink is pink and gray is gray! You see it all wrong! You've all gone mad! Start with a fresh mind, Come, see it my way!
you lunar cycle tenacious, wild, yet  organized, in sync. you clash of waves  roaring seas torrential thunder. you cradle of prophecies you  mystic magic.
The inescapable abyss in which you find yourself to be, is caused primarily by a childhood non-ideal as I can see.   Prim and proper you've been told, for manners haunt you till your old.
I believe we may have missed it the year of reconciliation The prospect of harmony, of order Just a smidgen from symmetry the precarious plane tipped
Marble halls echo the dirge Mournful walls lament There’s wailing atop the cascade of stone the descending slabs, the threshing floor there’s beating of the pulp
I don’t know if I will make it through this time. I don’t want to endure this pain again. In my heart is it wrong to reminisce? Alone with myself sobbing back tears. I have forgotten how it felt to smile.
Tears set in blood on a child's face, A child betrayed by older men, Dissolve with a blush of embarrassed shame, As five long years of silence begin.   Confused hands tremble in a disoriented state,
Twenty Two years on  and the child has flown the nest The 2nd heads off soon and the rest  they say is history, but history has a knack you see Of bringing you back to reality 
I wake up each morning and prepare for a war that is not mine to fight. My backpack strapped to my body like a casual wear bullet vest,
Ode to the Hard Holidays Whether it’s Christmas Family coming together Celebrate the birth of Christ Gratefulness Whether it’s Thanksgiving
Dear Laina, you’re in first grade. You’re journey hasn’t started but it will when you are eight.   you’ll be in 3rd grade, you’re brother will be 2.
It Wasn't On a Test   Dearest professor, Ask me about math  And I can recite  Formulas Solve equations Even imaginary numbers   Ask me about history
It Wasn't On a Test   Dearest professor, Ask me about math  And I can recite  Formulas Solve equations Even imaginary numbers   Ask me about history
Dear Life,
As the weather changesAnd seasons passI take in the worldSpinning around meSlowly, quickly
  I want to find the words The words to explain explain how I feel as a kid today   You try to listen
They said you died in the war that wasn't yours. They said you fought a fight you didn't start. They said you fought hard not to fight
Dear biologicsl mother, did you ever think of me inside the whomb? did you ever think of my little body inside of you absorbing drug after drug? I was only a pound six and a half ounces they say.
My child has finally been born. Thy world awaits ye beauty. Yet I must hide thee from scorn, So I take thy to a place that’s gloomy.  
My Love, When I first saw you,  I knew that I loved you. The way your eyes capture the starlight  It proves that our love is so bright. My Love, When I first heard your laugh, 
40% of marriages end in divorce 40% of vows taken are empty promises Empty lies Empty nothingness. They take you, to have and to hold from this day forward
Dear Mom,     I notice you.     I notice the wrinkles that grew on your face,     the back pain when you walk up the stairs,
I’m a pirate. No, I’m a teacher. “Okay Teddy, turn to page 4 of The Very Hungry Caterpillar.” “What's that teddy? There's something outside my door? A creepy Creature?”
Once Upon A Time... Forget us now each time we sleep, An endless curse amongst us creeps, You alone should break the spell return us to from which we fell  
Here’s to the children, Who go home to another fight. Another wrong, another insult. Here’s to the children, Who tend to their siblings, because no one else will.
Find my peace of mind, the meaning of its bind, I keep searching through the mine with no success I have yet to find.   Open up your eyes, seek past all the lies, break all of those ties
I ate a booger last night. I admit it, you’re probably right. It’s nothing terribly bad. It makes no sense why you’re mad. I ate a booger last night.   Its tenderness was sublime and just right,
A Letter to an Absent Father   Dear father- or rather to the man Who simply donated DNA. I'm not sure if I can call you "Dad" Anymore because a father is 
In the grass up on a hill Outside the city, I see you   Dear empty onion house Peeling and the feeling I get Unwrapping you For brighter insides, scrap the outsides  
I don't hate Learning but I also dont think this school thing works for everyone  youre supposed to sit down and stay quiet Pay attention and don't talk back to the teachers  listen to what they have to say even if it's 
My small dove how I long to see you so Your memories cool like rain on my cheeks I have searched long, for you, the one I seek You are to be the one, which I bestow
My mom is a thousand ticking bombs Wrapped recklessly In coarse, Black, South pacific skin. Pervaded by the thick stench of marlboro reds,
Because I Love You   I put you first Your needs, your wants, your happiness Your smiles, your tears, your weaknesses In them my heart’s immersed   Because I Love You  
Because I Love You   I put you first Your needs, your wants, your happiness Your smiles, your tears, your weaknesses In them my heart’s immersed   Because I Love You  
I woke up early Made you breakfast in bed Because I love you Took out the trash Despite what you said Because I love you
Let me be honest, I can’t really express it, and I don’t know how I should break it down *Sigh* But ‘cause of you and the things you did, I’m happy you’re not around
I came to this world empty-handed, But then filled with love and care. I came to the world as a fragile doll, But then grew up with strength and bravery. I came to the world as innocent as the air we breathe,
My family is constantly asking, How many girls, And how many boys, I plan on having when I’m older and married.
The sound of growling crawls its way from The dark of the forest, accompanied by Faint, weak cries of hunger. A mother sets forth. “There is no more time. With nearly
Toes curl below ragged skirts,  her eager eyes lit with meager heat,  a single match.  Visions of food, of shelter, of home  all she wants diners devour meat  girl devours sight 
A boy of eight was I on that fateful day, When sweet sounds of music drew children near. Joy filled our souls as the piper did play. Across the wild lands we passed with no fear.  
Stolen from the sunrise Whispered by the moonlight Never remembered but by a  Steady heartache and the Secret guilty thought Somewhere faraway They plead for your sake;
Once upon a time, there was a teenaged girl on a vacation with her sister, mother, and father. After running out of data and battery, Alice's iPhone needed a charger.
So much is different,Happiness is such an expensive rent, You expect me to be calm,To apply over these wounds a healing balm?
  I listen to the Lord, every single night I bow my head and pray to you oh Lord. I wish to be closer to you God. Like my garden angel, that hugs me so warmly.  
When the luminous rays of the fireball so many miles away just glistens off of your brown skin...   It often forces the mind to wander to distant sacred places that can only be found within...  
My Strawberry Cheesecake with a Milkshake   The inexplicable display of perfection that occurs when you smile and
As I lay in my bed, I can't help but feel bad that somewhere, some time tonight... A poor child will be dead. There'll be no justice; It is something, society will easily forget.
Dear Father I heard stories, how you'd beat her, from the neighbour, when I was younger; then you stole her_________ mother's necklace, just to spoil your little lover.
"Gather around and let me tell you a story," The Fiddler sang, watching children gather around him. Puffs of smoke lifted up into the night still air,
  Well, let us start off with an essential cliché. They are, indeed, essential, you know? Anyhow, once upon a time… And I cannot truthfully say: in a kingdom, far away.
America was made To be great. From the small towns to businesses, It was all so great. Until one day settlers came along. From Columbus to Addams, They started out strong.
Once Upon A Time There was a piper. Not just any piper, But a piper with a magical flute. As he played his flute, Children would follow, But what happened one day
Algo está pasando Que hemos visto antes. La gente está temblando Tienes que poner tus guantes Y prepárate a luchar Que el presidente está ganando Que sigues ciegamente como ganado
Every single day without fail a voice would blare out the words to an anthem that we loyally repeated, Right hand over our heart Left hand behind our back
when my family gets here I'm gonna call you back when my family gets here I will play with Elmo and watch frozen  play hide and seek and tag down the hallway sing songs and watch their eyes
The choice to succeed The choice to fail How do we choose? We cry in laughter We cry in pain Which one are we after? Our country, our home But do we feel safe? The struggles we face
The shivering little girl Stared at the well-dressed business man Her chapped lips cracked from the strong breeze That blew across her raw face
America the Great, for what we are known for. Living in the Mid-West I feel every season. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter, all in one.  The hot summer days are gone before the blink of an eye with winter on its way. 
A child who does not believe is not brave. Many feel decieved by the violence and the hate.  Every child has the right to life  Right to live and to be protected  Instead we are teaching them how negotiate
4 smiles to be seen is 2 know its not a dream, in their hearts n minds, innocent mild n wild, you I we being the VIPees, standing like giants, kings, queens, pierces n awakens the inner heart instantly,
Dreaming of the day When I discover the way you walk The way you smell The way your voice sounds deep When you speak and my ear is against your chest The way you kiss me gently But boldly
Remember, Remember how America was great although there was terror Remember the Roosevelts and Honest Abe, what they contributed and oh, how they were aware
Does anyone care what goes on anymore? Children are fragile beings of the earth. They abused and locked behind closed doors, Kidnapped and killed just after day of birth.  
Does anyone care what goes on in the world? With people that hunger and need much care? They have bloated stomachs and legs all curled, All shriveled, yet young, and entirely bare.  
The baby is crying  he yells at her  something rises in the back of your throat  but it's the kind that holds you back you flinch as his words grow fouler  as his actions grow in recklessness 
A rocket waits to fly From its launchpad In the living room. Helmet on, radio in hand, Two explorers approach.   One room over
The neverending chorus of shrieks Pierced my ears Left a headache The worst hour of the week.   The crying was worse Caused by anything
In this lifeHesitation, anger, worryIn this lifeFear, confusion, warIn this lifeThese regrets run wildDestroying everythingIn this lifeThere are things called dreamsIn this life
Why do I feel distressed? For my opulence, Luxury or success.   Look,  I did nothing wrong I was born,
Finally we’ve reached twenty seventeen, And it’s time to reflect on last year’s scene. Once upon a time there was a broke girl Who decided she should give a job a whirl. She applied and interviewed high and low,
  I started kindergarten with big thoughts and messy pigtails And I told Lana I liked her skirt and we became best friends
a ten-second tears falls from bleak but truthful faces with a poultice-like mask from mistaken-youth places   what are the choices to change, stop for 30 days, complain
As children, the world seemed so endless.  Envious of its depth we ran to see it all- our oversized hearts didn’t know how to fall, so we took leap after leap of faith. We raced,
One day, Sara and I we played in the sunshine, her eyes sparkling and wide. We sat on the grass to watch the ants march by. One by one under the midsummer sky.   We lay on the dirt
Like the sun you radiate light, bright and pure. Your smile could turn over a thousand frowns, Through your crystal blue eyes, I see our future just in grasp. Your laughter makes the darkness dissipate,
If ever, One day Your children  Find the love letters I’ve wrote you Tell them This is the type of love They should search  Far and wide for Someone to teach them 
How did this come to be? Like the bird that forgets to fly, I am grounded, without purpose. I shout below, why? To know again,
Respect for your mother's wishes. Start off small while you're small, wash the dishes. A father would also be demanding of some respect. Simply do as he would expect.
Recess was the next best thing to Christmas morning. It was a place of laughter and freeze tag. Children grew up with the monkey bars and swings.
The Way the seeds grow When seeds fall from a plant Does it gaze upon that plant As a ray of sunshine That will guide its way,
The laughter of a kid, sends chills down my spine. The purity and high pitch, reminding me of what life was like back then. No force or restraint, just a tickled heart, Reminding me of the deepest dream in my soul.
Old priviliged friend introduced to medicinal, He loses touch then on his hip are mini missiles, He said school was boring so he found a new way to have fun, Rollin with new guys that all have guns,
walking through hallways of deceased childhoods and wet pillowcases where little boys and girls couldn’t find protection in their own homes their lips cold
I'd rather be spending the summer days Picking thorns out of my feet From trying to find out all the different ways My imaginary adversary could be beat Than wasting my time trying to be
Teaching first and second graders makes me smile They make my day with their silly lifestyle I ask them what they want to do for a career And one replies loud and clear “I want to be a ninja turtle!”
My boyfriend laughs at feminist rants, And the term “faggot” still escapes his lips, Leaping through a screen.
Brownies     "Brownies" was the topic, she gave to me that day. T’was difficult to ponder a poem to start that way
COOKIES   Cookies are my favorite stuff But making them can be really rough. You mix the flour, and make the dough; It takes an hour, which goes... so... slow.  
  elbows Would you like to eat some elbows, in the summertime? The story’s told that pepper and salt makes them taste real fine.   They say to munch them on the left
Sleepless nights and restless day Mind in a fog, almost a daze School has got me in a craze Homework and test every week
They walk in Place don't They Understand  that the path They take  Time after Time Does not change No matter how far They walk If They go the distance  Generation after Generation 
6 torn cardboard walls hold distant memories- hah, more like serrated puzzle pieces with razor sharp edges, stabbing one another yet fitting perfectly - yet willingly accepting the nerve wrenching pain and sudden discoloration of their o
When I was 15 I planned out exactly what Love would look like Love was tall Love was strong Love played the piano Love was smart and funny
Closed. There's a dream in my head and it's making me Ill. Swimming, These aren't my thoughts. I wouldn't couldn't never would do that. But I did. Dreams
College Ruled Paper (But NEVER Wide Ruled.)   There's a call for change, for warmth, for compassion But you can only find these through blood colored ink on paper
                                         Guiding Children                                          By: Alesiya Walker   Encouraging children to seek thoughtfulness, And preparing their minds to stay captivated,
PAY ATTENTION Get ready for this intervention People are dying Children are crying Men are lying
                                   Walking Closely in Brotherhood                                               By: Alesiya Walker    Only God can create peaceful unity,
Cake, frosted like Winnie-the-Pooh, Hot dogs, warm chili, cold slaw, "Happy birthday!" My brother opens my presents, Toy dishes, Play-doh, a swing-set, Mommy wants a hug, I want to play,
Little Worries “Do what’s right and never lie.” I say “Why, when he’s big and mean?” She ask. “Little voices can do big things.” I say “Little voices get hurt too,” she says.
Sitting by myself Daddy’s crying in the corner Mommy left us behind But I have to be a strong little soldier   Feeling abandoned not just by her But by the tears I try to hide
Fathers, Teach them well 1.       Lose your hatred 2.       Lose your fear 3.       Fear of the other 4.       Fear of their ways 5.       Ways to win 6.       Ways to ruin
Consider the fog that settles beneath me The underneaths of the narrow bridges They trap the mist around my skin The breeze cools me as it feathers throughout the air  
As I roam the poor streets of Ethiopia, The wails of the children come to my attention. I look to my left and see the worn-out, oversized clothes That hang loosely on their bodies.
You were so tiny and precious to holdMy heart could hardly handle the joyChanging your dresses, fixing your hairJust like you were my little toyStaring at your beautiful faceYou were so perfect in every way
I am in awe at times at what I could have possibly doneFor God to send you to meMy first amazing sonYou changed my world for the betterNo one could argue thatYou made me happy to be a mom
People say there are no such things as miracles, I know that isn't trueFor God heard all of my prayersAnd then he sent me youYour fire red hair, set my heart ablazeYour beautiful blue eyes
My beautiful girl, born to anotherI love you dearly, just as a motherI know I can never replaceYour God given mom, Nor will I ever tryI just want you to know, I LOVE YOU!I will always stand by your side
Hidden beauty lingers, often we can not see, What the colours show so daintily, When the children play among the swings, And the red-haired angels fly with those feathered wings, Oh, how I love the thoughts in mind,
Dear Child,   I want you to come into the world And I don’t mind if you cry For it means that you can breathe It means you won’t die   I will hug you to slumber
Flowers sit still in the rain that pours nicely through all the night Thirsty, their petals accept heaven’s tears as clouds hide the light   Footsteps are heard by the roses and tulips who love the sound,
I believe in a god But not a god that others do   I believe in a god That makes bookstores feel mystical That makes you catch a whiff of old books That makes you almost swoon with nostolgia   
When i take a walkout in the garden,the appearance of flowers,blossoming out of the plantwhich is their home,is a reason of blissfor my heart.
The cry of a little baby, The agony of young soul, The brutality of life, That streams down from souls, All this can be repaired, Walk to that beggar, Speak to that pregnant teenage girl,
How long is the road I travel on? How many more ruts, diversions, rocks? I love the view but  my caravan is drifting.   Falling apart at the seams, all the gypsies are gone
The Father awakened from a hibernation. The Father cooked grits and eggs. The Father cooked grits and eggs. The Father awakened from a jubilation. The Father awakened to a situation.
There's something deep about this love. Deep goes the love that flows from our Father's heart. How far does it go? We don't know, but yet we do know. Because a man died and rose from the grave.
All I need is to see her perfect little face, to escape from the dangers of the human race. All I need is for her heart to keep beating fine, to make me feel like I have hit a goldmine.
It was love At first site   So vulnerable So resilient So powerful   She has my eyes She has his smile She is rain On parched earth   She has his wild temper
I wasn't prepared. I guess I was blissfully unaware of everything you never said. "Mommy, I don't want to live", the shot to my chest, and then the awful words  upon that little IPod screen.
To be without my angels is to be without my soul They breathe for me, they live for me To keep them happy is my goal   You can have your phones, your wifi and your money Without my angels, my life isn't honey
No I am not a mother ; But I do have a child No I have never given birth ; But he has called me mother Comforting and crying when his life began to get wild I am my brothers keeper.  
If those walls could talk,  I know what they'd say; It'd be no comfort to families, Whose lights've gone away. For when sky fades to black, And blues turn to grays, And gun's life-taking crack,
    I see you, when you see me I see trees dancing to the wind’s rhythm I see children making music in the park I see water moving down the mountain’s back
Marion had driven past the lake More times than she could hope to count. She lived on its banks with her husband And their five children, who loved the lake.
Why I Never Want to be a Mother I never want to be a mother because I am not perfect. I know no damn thing about cooking, and as far as I concern, I hate doing the dishes.
In the early hours, Morning of a late summer day, The fog hung softly in yellow light, A moist dew hung on the window sill,
I am your safety I am your food I am your comfort I am your peace I am your Mom I am tired  I am hungry I am worried I am stressed I am concerned I am comparing
Just another kid right? I just don’t understand what adolescence has to do with intelligence, because I’m talking to adult minds and I can’t believe there level of negligence.
I met you on the road of Longing, As you took me hand in hand, My heart burst with love wide open, And so our journey began.-   "My Kings, my life is yours, I have lived to this moment for you,
From the very first moment, That I knew, From that moment, That I could feel you, You were my truest love.   From that first sign, Of your pure light within, From that joy,
“Sniffle-sniffle” Went little James On a rainy Friday eve One part sick Two parts sad With nothing to relieve   He teared up With eyes red And all day did pain and pine
The TV screen flickersShowing what I am so used toBut it's more horribleThan fun little pixelsThey are real peopleShedding real bloodFor a cause that's not so realI fret and worry
  In a little town close to homeI found the grave of twelveNone were old enough to bear a weight of woeBut none were young enough to shame
I hear a sound of little tiny feet although said foot is not yet setthese decisions I've yet to regret the clock tics forward unrelenting in speedthe people grow furious driven with need
In Yellow and Stripes of Black They did fight for freedom, did they They were considered to be Dirty They were killed, Brothers, Sisters   My Brothers, Sisters They were,
Loud sirens! I am scared. Police officers! I am four. Grabbing me! I am cold. What's happening? I am so tired. "A house is not always a home" I am somewhere... New clothes! I am warm. New toys! I am happy. New family! I am safe.
Who can resist the charm of little girls? With their sweet smiles, their frivolous curls. Faces so young and innocent. Sweet dispositions almost heaven-sent.   Little girls,
Here is the story of a little black girl,
i am a puppet, that longs to be free all of these strings, pulling on me. je suis une marionnette , avec des rêves de ma propre pourquoi ne pas ces gens me laisser seul ? i am a puppet, with too many masters
I am... The girl who saw the truth too early,  when I should not have glimpsed.  Like the tempted Eve I cast aside my Eden,  and have been expelled from the garden of roses. 
I don't have a number for how many times;But I remember running...I remember harsh lighting in tired eyes,And middle of the night, fight or flight car rides...Phone calls and ringing;Then screaming.
Center of your hate, Byproduct of your love, Yet, have you forgotten. Feed us. Feed us!   Who’s right? O Mother! O Father! I cannot choose.
Here is to the women who hurt. How their pain never told though their stories ever sold, intuitively resistant and bold.
      Rock-a-bye, baby Won't let you drop   When the wind blows,
Wounds, that illuminate...That spirit, that planted the seed…unknown!Just a biological relationship…is not a home.The soulknows you not…Depart from thee.
Am I the child that begs? The child that wants more, Because I'm hungry but not for food? Am I the child that crawls? The child on hands and knees, Because I can't take a step but can walk?
My Children playing Running freely through the grass, Grasping for clouds.  
WE   We are known for being ignorant, and dirty, Known for being weak, and unworthy Known for being corrupted and inconsiderate. and we know
An understanding friend
  Don’t act like I’ve ever been okay. Because it’s in the smile when I’m angry The straight lips you demanded when you couldn’t take more The obedience you looked for It’s all in me  and it is me
Did you ever think That maybe I don't spend time with you Because during every moment spent with you,  Every aspect of my life is scrutinised?    Did you ever think  That the differences you saw 
The skies go to war when the clouds are silver all through the land you can hear the cracks and roars see the anger flashing in the sky destroying everything in the wrong place and the wrong time
(This poem is for children.)  
Its Insanity out there, in the world, in this society we know, we love, we created. That we allow ourselves to be hated, by each other by others by something we created.
I like to watch people in the park, not in a creepy way but just to see how others do things.
My kid’s six,
A wicked approach; Vetoed By a holy vote. Sin drivin, U turns, Now forgiven. Repent, A child came, a child went, A joy in heaven; but for now, We lament.
Look up
She sings a song so soft and sweet But it's filled with such sadness It makes you want to cry This song lets you feel her pain And you want to scream   How can this be fair you wonder
Innocence personified.
Where does your alliance lie?Will you pledge alliegance or will you defy as I?The rebellion, hellion, deviant manical child,not willing to be spied on riding a spider wild,
1 mississippi, 2 mississippi, 3 mississippi, 4 mississippi, 5 mississippi. I just wasted 5 seconds of my life. 6 mississippi, 7 mississippi, 8 mississippi, 9 mississippi, 10 mississippi.
"Why must all that was once beautiful now be hideous? Why has the innocence of the world turned into the perversion of society?" Whispered a child with an utmost longing for reasons.
The playgrounds are empty longing the children's presence  
William is a little boy, l
You took them over us       Guys, Men all for lust
I want my children to experience nature. Not just through a TV Screen But through tangible experiences
My bare feet felt frigid, as they squished the wet ground. The dark emerald grass was damp and powerless against me. The blades of grass bent and plummeted
There once was a boy named Sam.
With her long ragged hair And chipped nail polish, She stood at the counter And scrubbed the dishes.   Low country music Was in the background And the dishwasher hummed
    When I was a child I heard a voice It was soft and low, maybe an evil tone At the time, how was I supposed to know?  When I was a child I played with shadows
Slowly eroding, Depleting and lacking, Fear evident, plastered upon my features, I lean in closer, not willing to consent to living a life of despondency,  Even if I was neglected by society.
I draw your world,  But you fill it with color.
How can a parent claim that the most important thing, is that their newborn has  10 fingers and toes, when 10 years later, those fingers can't play piano well enough, and those toes can't run fast enough?
There was a Clown named Dink Who owned a pet mink Who drank from the sink One day he was on the brink Because he was partial to the drink His face was always pink His twink brother Tink
How strangely the world works You have everything you've wanted Yet you still feel alone In a room of your closest friends Why is that so?   How desire touches each soul
The last time that I saw you,you were being pulled through the front door by police officers.
I've heard it said- is it true? The heart of men is wicked. But does that just include men? Are women wicked? Children? Men are deceitful. Are women not? Children?
To give joy to kids is my motivation
little one
 I am happy to be angry so I smile Yea I was angry, cause my dad left my mom.
As my feet stand here in the nation of corn fields,
Inspire me;
Crystal blue dimming to a fog grey.
Like children playing
Children’s cries calm her pounding heart Pangs of travail drain from their raw start At last love manifests in blood-flushed flesh Spirits sparkle in the commitments made fresh  
As a child I admired my babysitter She was so smart, beautiful, grown up She made me anxious to mature   Now I wipe snotty noses I give bubble baths
Bill Buxley was the richest man you’d see. He had stacks and stacks of money. He bought furs, cars, houses, and clubs, Tigers, casinos, shoes, and Persian rugs. But he was a vain man, never willing to share,
She used to be the girl wrapping up school lunch to take home She used to be the girl who never had new clothes She used to be the girl who needed help   They are the family that sleeps hungry
Will you choose to see the 57,000 children fleeing on bare feet hopeful of the American dream?
People should aspire to be themselves Where did the masks get put on Where did this all start The root source will forever be unknown Why are we as humans continuing this tyranny All we have to do is 
The adrenalin flows, as I run from everything that I've ever known. Its fight or flight but now, both aren't an option.   Youth and knives...
Daddy, do you remember when I was young and I'd run to you with all my problems? You always promised me that you'd do anything to make me happy, You didn't want to raise your children the way you were raised.  
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The souls of the many Were taken to the gates that day That day where a deranged boy decided to kill Looking out the window sill You don’t see their souls being carried up to the clouds But they are
I speak to say hello. I'm here, and I exist. I'm not here for very long, But I'm here, and I exist.   I paint so I can see The colors swirl around. I draw the motion and emotion
Ode to Arizona on a Hot Summer's DayWritten by Adam M. SnowOh sweltering is summer's day of bliss,
A Rest in The Forest
Born to a home I don't belong, Where nothing is right and everything's wrong. An alcoholic mistake is what I am; One Summer Hummer too many, I was not part of the plan.  
Please stop throwing insults at me You’re bruising my already brittle body Dehydrated and weak After months of trying to reach the American Dream
All children grow up All but one A boy who never grows up best friends with a fairy a tinkering fairy Tinkerbell Oh how overly jealous she can be  her bells a ringing a tune
The Man who shot is not the name to rememberWhen horror came to the fourteenth of December
Don't you remember all the good times we had As kids, Just the two of us against the world? I certainly do. I'm the one who remembers everything, Remember? I still do.  
Why don't they jump rope anymore?
He is a Latino Boy
We are not Women. We Are not Ladies. If the only thing that makes up adults is our age, then we are adults. But we are not Grown Up. We are Girls. And we wont be made Women by Physical Coming of Age.
A loving embrace: yang Lonely and chooses: yin A slap to the face: bang Bottles and bruises: gin  
Some words can be traded, but not taken back Some goals can be set, but not quickly accomplished, So for the future of us, let’s set our words right before our goals.
I feel the whispers of a time
I guess I could have went to that abortion clinic I could have went through with it I could have killed a living life Instead, I am suffering sleepless nights  
We've seen it all. The best and the worst. We are the kids of a split family. We watch as parents batter their character. Gossiping about each other. Confusion waves through the child's brain?
If I could have my dream job, I’d be on my way to medical school because I wouldn’t have to worry about loans or tuitions.
As I watch their energy burst in the mornings, my energy surely but slowly surfaces             Something about that gives me hope As I teach them something and they grasp the concept, peacefulness overwhelms us both
  A never ending line of bills Needing to be paid at the end of the month Debt is in the trash bin. Poverty is as stifling as the Miami heat on a Summer's day. How can I make it? How can I go on?
There is no room in my life for bullets. There's no room for rifles, not for handguns, not for anything that fires. I have seen too much.   I spent my childhood afraid of bombs,
Cybil pushed through the parlour egress She did not like to think what lay beyond the recess For her imagination raged and galloped And thought up all manner of horrible things
In the dusk of dawn 
Perched on a hill Humble with nature's best Provider Observed Tranquilizer  Keeps me sane. No human element can toch thee. Stationary, revolved around all seasons.
A wisp of wind pushed cottony, sun-brightened tendrils across your ruddy cheeks, and a soft, golden light makes you glow like a firefly calling for a friend in the sticky coolness of the night
The description of the To Be Heard Scholarship Slam asked the question of who I want my poetry to reach. The answer is simple, my daughter.
To own nothing but words. To give everything- 
When you look at me Jay My world stops completely You make me feel special Especially when you tell me that you need me
  We are bornInto beingConsciousConscience
Father What you could never be A hero in the eyes of the boy You couldn't see Believe you'll make the ideology Of a youth quite effectively When you yourself Are blinded by whats beneath
Green and red and blue eyes wild, Darkness and light and spinning breezes, The laughter of a fairy child, And the words of the toy the child squeezes.   The fae dance and twirl among the trees,
What makes a daughter form a good mother? It is the mothering she reprieved from past generations on up. Many lessons will be learned, and blessings bestowed on none other.
Don't waste my time each millisecond I won't be able to buy into existence  I cannot undo conversations we've had. I can't take back the things I've said. Each millisecond it takes to breathe
Your baby hand: so strong, s small. Your fragile head; I won't let you fall.   Your eyes are closed, and you're asleep; yet you are perfect from hair to feet.  
  No one here could heal this hurt because this hurt burns deep like the earth's core, boiling up inside of me. The rage in my veins is a deadly venom that was caused by your lies and deceit.
Momma says, "Education comes first." Momma advises, "Do not marry for love, marry for money." Momma scolds, "When I was your age, I was herding cattle" Momma yells, "How dare you complain, when I have given you all this?"
Hello my young friend It's good to see you again
Daddyless girl grows up missing a piece to her puzzle
Outside It seems as if she’s fine Beautifully beautiful in every way shape and form Her smile lights up the world as if god turned on the heavens Well at least when she shows it
A field Of untrimmed berries Lies in darkness; As a rust-redpickup Lumbers in, Sleep-eyed children Clutching Mommy Wait For something only they can hear. It gathers,
As I wake up I have my towel in hand Brushing my teeth Putting on clothes To go   To school I have a test today Papers due tomorrow I'll study after I go  
   Children, the future of our world. The possibilities, endless. The beginning may be hard. With help, we will survive. The scars, the bruises, they’ll soon fade away. Think deep, think out loud.
If I could choose just one job where would I even start? I'm told that happiness and love is but endorphins in a brain And yet I feel it rushing through my heart  
Broken child Save her from his grasp She's been here for a while She's growing up too fast
Wrinkled but soft Aged and veiny Her hands have raised us Tonight they stir spaghetti, Hang wet clothes, Wash the dishes. And how beautiful they are.   It’s said to be heaven
What can a dollar do? Pay for lunch, A car, College. Well, maybe not a dollar Though at least it helps. But while we eat and drive and learn A child dies from hunger A woman wishes
She cries every night tears streaming down her face She needs to be loved again she's forgotten the taste.  
There was a time an eternity passed A mother, a father and two children. Bombs raining, oozing from crimson and clouds Over commorancies of families Into tombs, treasury, temples, and towns.
I see them I ignore them I passed by them I see you  Having a sign "F*CK THE POOR" I stand up Saying that's not humane Stating that he should help Walking  few blocks down
When I was a little girl, the world couldn't contain my imagination. I was the one who would look at the moon and wonder what it would look like, how brightly it would shine, if it was twice as big.
We need to grasp our Childish hearts. We grew up too soon, Too fast.  
A child goes out to play And stops to think about the day He doesn’t really see The effects of the rain
Growing up all I knew was poverty.  "Put that back!" "We cannot afford that."  I come from a life where education was a scapgoat.  I come from hand-me-downs, and cheap shoes. 
Growing up I never noticed that I was different. 
When a family was a family, A whole and binding unit, When fathers were fathers and mothers were mothers, A team that stood together for better or worse, Parents who taught their kids respect,
Mom is white. Dad is black. So what does that make me? Mixed? Right.
The kids on the street Have something to eat With a warm fluffy bed To cradle their head.   A nice little home With no reason to moan And a doll in her hand That she calls Little Joan.
I look back at the pictures. Her sparkling brown eyes seem to look straight back at me As her contagious smile warms my heart for the millionth time. I come across my favorite-
Your pillow
Change is something everyone is quite familiar with. Change can be good and also bad. People sit around waiting for change to happen instead of getting up and making the change themselves.
We live in a world where we dont need to get to know someone Cause' we're able to judge.
Little blessing Blessing little blessing from God above Blessing little blessings to nurture and love God Almighty Creator of all
Little girl, dry your tears For today you are free Your body is healed Your soul is flying No longer wanting to flee   Little girl, walk in the sun
Children are getting left behind
It was a normal Friday morning.
To help out children, to watch them thrive; A social worker, helping kids come alive. My job for those neglected and abused, For the little ones who have been misused. Social Work and Psychology and a degree,
The Few. This way of life is not for everyone; Most think we're crazy, which might be true. There's no black, white, or brown, just green. Serving my Country  with pride, Along side my Corps family.
I once saw a child whose eyes were wild Hyper little thing with dreams and hopes in the mind Running, running, jumping, playing, smiling Her world had talking stuffed toys, adventures filled with imagination
Shine your shoes Stand straight Never be late Learn how to wait And you must share Even if you don’t care Ask how are you They’ll say it back                                   too
The one job to change your life To ease the pain of those around To help pursue healthy lives And healthy minds
Running through the woods, Right behind you don’t look back, Feeling the breath leave your lungs, Can’t breathe…can’t breathe…
"Children are the future," So everyone says. "Children are the future," Show me your proof, then. Hungry, impoverished Children on the streets? Too many in the classroom,
Children today are growing up In a society that preaches equality and justice But in neighborhoods that are corrupt and broken Their place in this world pre-written, pre-destined
Progress does not come without struggle,that is what my mom would say.So changing the world wouldnt be easy,take it day by day. They teach you God, Family, then Future
My parents said my desired career was not fit for this world. They said I will not make enough money to live. I want to change the world. I want to BE somebody. Do they not understand?
We are so focused on teaching our young people to dream that we forget to teach them how to reach these things
The stars; so far yet so near. Though impossible, I can feel their soft whispers through the night. Rippling in my ear, each has a story to tell, A story of the beginning, the now, and the end.
Words are taken for granted.  Written in books that just sit on shelves. Children no longer want to read but play video games.    What about the children who suffer. depression anxiety
What would I change? What would I do to fix this broken earth? What would I do to recreate the humanity that has been lost through the years? What can one person do?
Her hair is matted, there is dirt on her face
Child, tell me your dreams, tell me of your aspirations... BANG...BANG BANG...too late...
Flowing Locks Of Ropes Cherish thee With Love       Long braids flowing down hardly ever touch the ground.   Pig tails-Pony tails
What would you consider calm? Maybe a tropical palm Or a vibrant butterfly on an infant’s Sprouting hair Yet even a single tulip Amidst the life that’s bare Or a teeming cub
'Dye your hair, change your name, Get a job and play their game. Learn to drive, get a degree. If you're kicked from the cage, are you truly free? Don't talk too much, don't be so shy,
There is an empty bitterness
Kids are laughing… They see nothing but, joy. Elephants, tigers, monkeys are just roaring. As the children stand in amazement. Spinning in circles, smiles everywhere.
Oh the Comfort The peace The joy And the love That flows From you to me Dear Mother You give me attention That delivers affection Direction And understanding to me
Please don't be angry, Please don't be mad,
he counts the money in his wallet the bills running through his cold hands he imagines them  as her hands   she counts the freckles on her shoulders her skin is cold
The world was giving to us so we could take control. So we can wake up to take crazy turns, and reach new heights.
Check the faith in you not him Check the distance on your thoughts before that pen try's to walk
Blue foil floating with helium A bloated star Stark against the snow, Given to a young boy by adoring parents With whom he’d spent long hours. Talked. Laughed. Played.
#YOWO    Hate and violence fills the streets   Money love and power is how everyone thinks    Without a doubt and full of greed, these Compton streets never sleep
#YOWO    Hate and violence fills the streets   Money love and power is how everyone thinks    Without a doubt and full of greed, these Compton streets never sleep
She didn't know it at the time,
The thin layer of skin covering bone. The priviledged kids whining when they dont recieve their favorite food. The grumbling stomachs of children. The kids who eat until they are sick.
Misty night, the road seemed to be sparsely coated with broken glass. The scent of rain and smoke quietly wafting in my noise, I could feel the heaviness of the air pressure in my lungs.
There once was a boy who wished to be a man. He thought despite all wisdom told he did lack, the wise words of this man were contained in his back.
Like small specks in the sky, We watch things flow by.   We laugh, we play, we smile, but do we ever think for a while?  
A practically endless stream of copies lines the shelves at just about every store we can think of.It’s printed so very often.By so many different publishers.
Behind each face there is a story, Behind each run down person there was once a time of glory. In a world, who is so quick to judge, these juveniles put down. They are merely people born in the wrong situations,
You left me that day. You told us to grab a bite to eat. When we put our key in thekeyhole, there was something different. IT NO LONGER TURNED... I wondered as a 3 year old young girl about what this all meant.
Lay down your head my childI promise things will be better when your eyes openAnd when the night becomes dayWe will still be together forever and always
    Little Feet, Tiny Hands, Heart that Holds at Every Glance  , My love    youuomnfhagfihnsd       yououoyj jbhag em youy you   my mym   Mymummm        
  Perspiration slowly drips onto face, the butterflies season exceeded in the interior, The brain playing drums with the heart, teeth stabs the tongue-
A child to never experience the snow or the rain, A child never to know the difference between joy or pain. A child left behind, forgotten and faded, A life taken so quickly, and so forcefully invaded.
Dearest daddy we were always so close Your magic tricks and games made me love you the most But I was only three when I would finally see What you were doing to mommy and when you left me
Here I sitHere I sit in a bed no bigger then me,With blankets tossed,
I remember being a little girl Sitting on the sidewalk with my bucket of sidewalk chalk Drawing pictures of fish and of flowers That really just looked like scribbles on the cement
I was eight yeards old when I was killed. The man who killed me was very smart; Everyone believed him when he told them we were bad. Everyone except us. The Drek.  
In a crowd you are bound to spot him He is standing so very tall Not too much impresses him He has seen and done it all. His hair is short, eyes are sharp, and not a smile is seen
Oh I’d go through all this pain,Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes I would die for you babe.But you won’t do the same. …
  The future is unknown to anyone. All we can hope for is the best, Until this short life is done. Blue, brown, hazel eyes of all earthly guest
There's a lot that I'm thankful for, but there is one particular thing that I'll forever be thankful for. In my time of struggle, my aunt and uncle took me in, making me feel like one of their own.
Newborns, infants, babies, toddlers The ones that are very small Check-ups, medicine, lollipops My future job in the hospital.  Got to love every moment of it My life will never be a stall
Yeah, I'm white Never Been in a fight But my dream is to knock out some lights Talkin' 'bout dreams, one-a mine's to be free Ya see, my parents lock me down with a key Yo, little do you know about me
How old are we when we become corrupt?Where along the way did we lose our innocence?Better yet, when did we stop looking for it?We curse, we hate, we live selfishly.We live in a world wherewomen are raped,
  Mother Earth  rejoices hymns of children cradled in branches birthed by her human mothers   Mother Earth rooted in pain endurer of vain bears blessing, sends prayer
  Wishes after another, every star I see, every star that makes me believe, is a leaf on a tree. Ready to take sail with the wooshes of a wind Undeveloped or maybe impossible.
When Momma died the boys were left alone,  Daddy, Me and little bro. But Daddy was never around anymore, So when he'd leave I'd close the blinds and lock the door, And sit with my brother, watching him sleep. 
Imagination, set me free Take me far from here Set me high up in a tree Give me the chance to disappear   I’m going to swim across the sea I wanna fly high off the ground
“WHY MOMMY WHY?” I screamed through my tears I was little then About three years ……………………………………. Mommy didn’t care
BOOM BANG, Bombs Away Children want to play but not today. Want to frolic in the sun, eat a hotdog in a bun but if I go outside I'm done Wish it would rain cats and dogs
Nine months, several painful hours. Then love, joy, and hope is born. A smile, a face, so innocent, so pure,  How could they treat it with scorn?    How could a mother forget
I’ve seen many young die And it breaks my heart to this day to see photographs Buried underneath my diploma and school planners The washed out teddy bears still taped to street signs on corners
I’ve seen many young die And it breaks my heart to this day to see photographs Buried underneath my diploma and school planners The washed out teddy bears still taped to street signs on corners
Clock ticking            Time slipping A droning sound A droning sound A droning sound Fallen heads With drooping ears Drooling lips Snoring noses.   A class about myths
A raw and twisted heart, beaten from the start. Bloodied hands grasp at air, reaching for the memory of what was never there. Dry and hacking gasps, tell the story of a still present past.
A normal day like any other, You smile across the room. I make my way to talk to you, Then screams erupt, but whom?   Our eyes dart to the open door, Where classmates hurry by,
The sweet reverie of a little girl in a Cinderella dress Does not hold a demise For no person shall attempt to withhold her She has imagination creativity innocence virtue Let her twirl
It's the beauty all around, that calls sweetly to deaf ears. Persisting that it's presence be found, but not many hear. A voice melodic, story hypnotic, with love and sadness intermingled. Eternal love and freedom began with strife.
Liar, Liar pants on fire   “Mama,” her body began to spark more and more with each step “I’m going to Emily’s house,” her eyes began to glow hungry for fuel
Some nights, I can't sleep! I wonder why? Some nights, I wonder where I stand in life. Other nights, I feel afraid, almost destressed. Resting nights, angels soars at my presences.  
Some advice I consider the bestSurprisingly I got it from Mr. West"If you admire somebody, you should go 'head and tell em'People never get the flowers while they can still smell em'"I met you in my freshmen year
  Time rewind my past tracks,  As I hurtle towards the future.   I feel the need to fix the beat, When I cannot refuse it.   Limitations are a key confliction, Being quiet restricting,
Run away though you might, you can ne'er escape The clutching and the clawing of the trees that Rip and tear and spoil earth below with their gruesome limbs and laughing branches. 
Her aubrun hair whips under the graceful touch of the Autumn breeze. The brisk chill nips her face and reddens her soft cheeks. Rambunctious energy spills melodically from her angelic laughter; all is well in her fabricated world.
The sun was shining on the bus window I was ready to relax as I walked through the doorway When I got inside my home I turned on the local news show I had no idea what they were going to say ...
Fairytales, such corruption- the story told by devil.   Starting from “Once upon a time...” two beautiful people destined to be together...
Your heart beats in me Thumping, thumping You kick with your feet Thumping, thumping Drummer girl you dance Along in my womb You prance and dance To Lullaby's sung to you
The autumn is upon usit must be an enrichmentof all that went before
Nine months of bonding so pure, You heard my heartbeat and I heard yours. 12 hours of excitement and pain, A love so strong you can't explain. They laid upon my chest, All covered in your white gooey mess.
  The ball bounces against the crack of the drive Two little girls laugh as they miss the backward shot. Dusk disappears like their childhood
The Little Astronaut   The sorbet horizon slowly faded away Tangerine, lavender & mellow yellows gone
Destroyed from the inside out,A tragedy sinners do not mourn.No pity for a star.   Here bright and burning,Here dark and cold,Alive as a star,Dead as a star.  
My head hurts. / My throat screams. / My hands shake. / This is no dream. / My eyes water. / I crouch down. / I cover my ears, / To shut out sound. / I miss my home. / I miss the quiet. / It's just too much. / All of this riot. / I want a hug.
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
The river flows, so sweet and blueFrom the mountain snow, the stream dose comes,The fish are swimming, the children run.Forest shelters those who are true. But few are children, they come no more.They are within, their love unknown.Their sacred pl
I look at your pictures, all i see is drugs I remember a time when i only saw love, And when i was angry at you, Your pictures went red But now i only see the drugs, keeping you dead 
They dont placate children with sugar, spice, and everything nice anymore. We Just accept what gives  and nod our heads to the insufficency of the world. They put them in easy-bake ovens
    Criticized. What’s the point of even speaking? Focus on breathing. Teacher’s eyes seek out mine. Keep my head down.
It might have been a beautiful day, If it wasn’t for what’s coming my way. The sky is blue, The cow bellows moo, The birds are singing, The church bells ringing, The sun is bright
It hurts me to breath, it hurts me to weepIn silence we all bear this tragedyWe hold tight to our babiesOur family and friendsAs our hearts fall to piecesfor twenty lives left unlived.
The sun went down, but I'm still here.    There's still a tube inside me.       My dinner tray is in the sink.          The whiteboard says my name. The thermostat reads "55"-- that's something
Small Ones Alarm clocks hum in melodic increments Within the uniform raised ranchesWith the three car garagesThe golden retrieversAnd slightly wind-battered fences
It’s kinda funny sometimes When I’m chatting online with my friends Ranting about the immigrant child life Trying to make my case to those who don’t understand   Funny because all my messages Come out
Our World... Rapacity! Where Men usurp the youth. Men who manifest greed, lust, power Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers. Cloned as the Men
Pitter Patter on the floor Tiny hands examine the cracked and worn door Tiny hands grab hold of my flustered heart and input fragmented memories A burst of light in the dark Explode out of my soul and into my lungs
    The first leaf of Autumn falls and slowly drifts away.          A chill runs through the air.          It now appears a new season is here to stay.  
Each morning, the white sun rises over Jasper Street.         It peeks over the maple trees,                     it hides from cloud to cloud,
I write to live, I don’t live to write In the seemingly endless journey that is life, dreams must be delayed, sacrifices made What happened to my dream? It did not die It did not disappear It is alive
Tears of saddness Fears of abandonment Reckless disobedience Heart broken and unwanted Is anybody out there Life seems so unfair Just when it seems life is going to end You're always there
Billy was once a kid in my grade. When we were little she would wouldn't go out, not even for the town's parade. You see, Billy had a speech impediment.  Children would tease her for her words-their abuse became adamant.
I'm a child.  I'm curious about everything I see.  I ask too many questions. I have dreams of changing the world. I imagine the unreal and make the most out of simple things.
The children venture Into still deeps of forest, its edges ink black, A wall of silence. Their lantern held high Aloft, a sole point of light Within the void, Without the night.
She squats in the sand pit molding mountains and valleys with her tiny hands, her fingers clumsily try to grasp the grains then in frustration let them fall, instead she looks to the mangled barbie doll with its coarse blond hair and sharpie-endur
I want to be someone Worthwhile to follow Who’s strong and un-scareable But soft and not hollow. I’ll rule how I want With my people behind, But keep ‘em all happy By treating ‘em kind.
I write because the words give me no rest. They are voices in my mind and they pester and whine to be set free They are soldiers waging war their battle cries both music and
I've heard and lived in such a place, where fear is no such thing.  Where happiness its cheery queen and laughter its lofty king.   Some do recall this wonderland a burden held upon them; where happiness and sounds of joy are envy growing on them.
Children stand tall with minds unpoisoned to the lack of reason we reflect They carry the powers on their shoulders that we long burried, that we reject As they grow, they change, become unbalanced and confused
Is it any wonder Apple is the name of her child? If Apple ate a candy bar, Gwyneth's bound to go wild. Mommy dearest won't let her darlings have any fun. Imagine all the fun they'll have the second they turn twenty-one.
  When I was younger I would sit in the back of the classroom without saying a single word My teacher would always call on me
Nothing was simple, not even before.  Unanswered questions appeared at the door. For months nothing seemed to make sense anymore.  But we sang about peace, just like children.
Poetry is a language spoken by many, Though only some choose to be eloquent writters. I write to illuminate my world.   I write to open my eyes, to uncover everything in diguise.
So youngSo innocentSo freeTo discoverTo failTo beYou laughYou cryYou growAnd sassAnd matureAnd, ohYou seeYou knowYou chooseTo loveTo hate
The kindness in the smile of a little girl. Fearless and free...the world not yet clawing away her freedom to love, sees through eyes as clear as the sea with an embrace as warm as the sun.
We are the Schoolboys.We are the kids in class sleeping,the kids asking for hall passes for skipping,We are the kids front and center for a fight,the kids videotaping for ones not in sight to show later,
I cry because I know that I am strongI know that I have grownI have come so far from that girl who used to longStaring out of the window hoping for a world where I belong
It is day and it is night, somewhere. It does not matter where I am, it only matters where you are. It is cold and it is hot, somewhere. It doesn't matter what the weather is like, I just wonder how you are.
There are those who say he died because he was black. Because some racist wanted desperately to be a hero. And there are those who say he died because he was violent.
Sometimes I miss being a little kidWhen the problem was which crayon to chooseOr finding a marker without a lid.The biggest mistake’s result was a bruise,And boys just carried a bunch of cooties.
We prepare long and hard Sweating and in pain We arrive and the the air is dry and stiff I hear no language that I know And acknowledge my detachment from familiarity  We arrive to our new home After a bumpy ride In a run-down, old, moldy bus The
Gather flowersSo does this generationThroughout the decade and moreWithin the overwhelmed nationThose whom adoreColors spinning-They thread it through their hairSome singing-
When I have a baby boy,I will tell him every single daythat he is not the person society tells him he is;that he is intelligent;that he is capable of beautiful things;that he is worthy;
Dear child, think of your future, And better yet, that of others. It is of greater greater importance Than that which you shall perceive. So often is it that we forget, Or choose not to remember
Ninety percent Can be prevented. But who would try To end the way they're treated.   Nobody knows Most of the time. It is well-hidden This horrid crime.  
  Children running, playing,  No worries or commitments. Carrying on as if they have been friends forever You would never know they just met.
Hearts were broken, Families torn,Tears are shed,Love was born.Forget the sadness, Remember the memories,Think of the children,Not the enemies,Lives were lost,anger is shown,
As youth, we wish youth away, We wish to be older, for our adult days. To move away from home, To live self-instructed lives, To have our freedom and not worry about our parent guides.
The girl sits in the corner,coddling the paper between her slender, frail hands,holding her baby as her mother showed her with her screaming brother.The paper does not scream.Instead it tries to comfort,
Long ago in the old folk’s place A boy with innocence on his face Came to knock on the gated door   The man behind it saw a child there With blue eyes and mussed blonde hair
Little Souls, blind death Christmas was close But Jesus planned it differently Loud cry, melancholy spirit It was a gloomy year A gloomy december You will always be remembered
  Why can’t we go back to the bouncy house? When we were young and it didn’t matter that we were boys and girls, before cooties and sweaty palms.
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
Glory of a hero-boyLeader of the bunchSince the day he was bornHe had magic in his touchSlowing time with tiny feetGrasping hearts with dirty handsPretending to own a housePlaying in a marching band
  Thanks for giving the time of day The night of light The food to eat to see my life Everywhere that summer there angles
Some may say I am crazy, Or even insane, But the Little Bodies that laid staring, Could have been saved, The problem that most see is different, In the eyes of those who have grown around, To know the problem that most see, Changes everything to m
I chose to write today Having been gifted with literacy Gifted with the words I say Have power, the authority To bear truth, God-given knees Bent in prayer, wholly broken  
These walls are clutteredwith the scribblingsof clumsy hands.Small fingers clench markerstoo big to hold tight enoughto articulate dreamstoo great to let go of.Us “grown ups” know nothing
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
the blind woman sees, she sees with her hands. you cower.   your little child sins, rocks in your belly. she knows.   you hit your sister, neglected your cat. you cry.
I dropped you off at school just like any other day.  I never thought you’d be taken away.  Your smile still burns in my mind. Nathan, you, must have been so scared that day.
One day I found Poetry needed no rhymes So unlike, when the piano clunked, when my sobs sogged keys, when my fingers clumsily blundered, The keys I was taught to play Displeasing Mother’s ears
A boat's job is to sail. When a boy dreams of being a pirate, Stealthy, Stealing, Slashing at unseen foes. That boat is made for him. When a girl is fishing with her Grandpa, Casting, Catching, Cursing as the fish gets away.
When one violin stands alone If it can’t play a chord, Then the string is plucked Until it breaks Snap
What do you think when your not with him? Or does he even cross your mind? What does it feel like when you hear him call someone else your name? Or does it even effect you?
On December 14, 2012, Olivia Rose Engel, 6, left Sandy Hook Elementary school and joined the angels in Heaven. Reason for Return April 7th, 2013
They are children Look in their innocent eyes Help them They are children Put an end to the abuse They are only children In need of you
It’s a barren cold winter Frozen and cracked across the surface Our breath stops in the air above us Our breath leaves us and huddles together in frigid air
The creaky, half-snapped sidewalk chalk talks out the problems of my lonesome childhood. My thickly-marked, Fruit-Loop colorings and blurred characters console me about my constant house-swapping because
Days pass and days end Glancing at the sun His beam, his hand of help Lighting our path for the day ahead
As long as a need exists, I will write; The innocent must have voice, I will fight. For babies in the womb, They must see light. For a beaten woman, They must not fear the night.
Stay silent Sit straight Perfect hair Perfect teeth Perfect breast Perfect house Perfect parents Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!
Weaving stories, Telling tales, Singing songs, The life all alone A lover A mystic The child of everyday Sometimes broken Sometimes whole Often shattered And in despair
New kid on the block, my English comprehension at most seventy-percent, new eyes on me--I felt the tension.
I watch you as you burn Tongues of yellow, orange and deepest red Licking at your yarn head Nipping, curling around your homespun cloth Little dolly mine I cannot bring myself to cry As momma sobs out loud
The False One laid out his offering for the Children. He laid out His Goods on a gilt rug at the top of a Stair. There was His Tempter's Ambrosia And His sweet and sleepy Perfume.
The sun arose as usual, bringing with it the pattering of small shoes followed by the clacking of heels down wooden corridors, to colorful rooms, for another day of learning.
Mother Nature's test of will and strength Us poets and Americans stand for you in length. Winds were sent screaming through the fields like banshees, But we are a country, country united, so show no worries.
It's really odd how one can go from looking healthy to the frail ball that lay asleep now. So called treatment causing blonde hair to fall out in clumps, features to look sunk.
Sleep my little girl, Drift into a spacious world. Fly with your wings above the sky, Sleep your little curious eyes. Follow your heart and let it be, 'Cause everything will be a surprise.
your pain, your thoughts, your dreams can never be replicated. your joy enlightens others even though you have grown and matured. life goes so quickly, don't wish it away.
As I gaze upon the faces, Of the children of this nation, I see a myriad of things Various different emotions, Dreaming and wishing and hoping, And I know that they can achieve,
Too young to understand too naïve to comprehend But you’ve sold me short. You’ve pulled the wool over your own, building up the walls of your fort.
Hurry, Hurry, into the deep and you, my love, will be safe to keep all alone and underneath because up above the cyclone creeps
Take me back to the days of a Ghanaian sunset. When hope dwelled above the waters of despair And I gazed into the eyes of a sinking soul. Where trust and fear were honest and pure --
Fly my love Flee this wretched world.
Fly my love Flee this wretched world.
Small and innocent child. Soft, helpless, dependent child. Unconditional love. Warm, gentle, fragile. Always needs protection. Safe from all the world...
The world has become a place in which nobody feels safe. Children are trying to fit in with the crowd to not be called names As bullies are becoming common aspects of the elementary life.
Children are our futures They are our past Living the life we've always wanted, And dreaming the life of prosper
Fleeing from the hurt My blue sky turns to a darker night Shadows crept from the horizon Voices rose Words sharp as tongues Whirred like a thousand engines I hear no tender talk
Imagine the Hunger Imagine the hunger Of a child so longing For a pinch of pepper Or a smidgen of salt Imagine the hunger Of a child so longing For a hug from strong arms Or a kiss of soft lips
Believe in me to bathe in lava. Trust that I will do no wrong. If you wish, I'll fly a kite to Mars. I will give you love wrapped in stars.
Getting good marks in exams makes one happy Eating ice creams makes some happy Splurging money on shopping makes others happy Our parents become happy to see their children happy
Nobody in this world can live without music I feel And music transcends all boundaries But still some people seem to have no ear for music But even these people enjoy some kind of music or song for
Some have an ambition to be a doctor Some have an ambition to be a pilot Some scuba divers, some athletes There is a broad range of different ambitions With people preaparing for ambitions from a young age
Hero is dashing Goons he is smashing The heroine is so happy For the herohas come to her rescue, Many portions of the script are unrealistic, There are twists and turns in the story,
A place, a meaning, a voice, a dream and a goal Within the walls of this beautiful classroom, Students learn the secrets of life day by day They discover a little about themselves and of the world around them.
For all the heartbroken teenage poets whose hearts are filled with unspoken rhymes, for the lovelorn adolescent authors whose beloved words are spoken out of time,
I am child Forced to be a man Told what to do Not able to choose I am a child Unwanted Unloved Why was I born?
Tick-tock, tick-tock, goes the White Rabbit’s watch, The starry night will talk as the door goes Knock-knock-knock like the winding clock on scotch, Has the Queen lost her mock-mock-mock woes?
Feeling discriminated emotions cumulated all my feelings to begin eliminating people from my heart for underestimating that I’m also a human being.
Have you ever been To the land of the lost? The place with no end? A place of thought? Everyone has been there. Everyone knows. Children want to live there. Adults tell them no.
“Life sucks. Then you die.” Said a father to his son The father was bored at the son’s baseball game The father never came to another one Only one vacation to the shore
Little babe, it's time for bed. I've made a place to rest your head. Little child, go to sleep. It's there you'll find all your dreams. There's a place beyond your eyes,
Waking up to a gray covered sky Can set one's mood down from way up high Making some happy, making some cry.
Little Brother and I, We cry sometimes, No Mommy, No Daddy, Alone. Little Sister and I, We laugh sometimes, It’s hard – but we have to try.
Why do you think I argue? Why do you think I scream? It’s not because I hate you, And it’s not an evil scheme.
As long as you’re by my side, The Distance matters not. My heart is tied to yours By strings of immortal trust. Forever. For always.
Child, he was just a child He was shot in cold blood With no reason, but he was the victim Children, children, children These children were young They probably thought they did something wrong
Bed Dreams Ah bed so soft and warm I love to jump and play In a feathery swarm Every night and day For a bed is a place that’s fun Now if only I actually had one.
Weakened by the turmoils of the world I am contained By the television screens that speak of the cruelties And hinders my heart day after day
Curiousity Reins, Adventure, My best friend forever Dare I explore the basement?
The bedroom is silent and still as shadows tucked away in a blanket, was a small boy his blonde hair painted to the tousled sheets. The only movement that stirred the room was his breath lifting his chest;
Lashes long, Apparel unclean. Everything is wrong, and the government is mean. A scary disease, and a sad smile. Hoping for relief, or a friend to stay a while.
Never again do I want to see such pain and hurt in her eyes, But time after time I look for and wait to hear her cry. She says there’s no one who can save her, but I have to try.
(poems go here) A beginful past to a new way
November 26, 1997 A daughter is born To a family of four Immediately thrust into a competition with the first born Who she soon learned to abhor.
~faith when your friends have walked away and your parents said you can’t stay and your problems don’t seem to fade and your bills are due today and you forget to pray and things don’t go your way
I see you running towards that ball in the fields. I hear your laugh when you fall in that pile of leaves. I think of that day when you won’t need me to fight your battles.
Why does man fear pain? We can learn from it, there is so much to gain. We come into this world in such painful manners, Our mothers give birth to us throughout several hours.
I want a Son I want to witness my baby boy’s birth. I want to show him his promise, his worth.
Can you see them? The ones hurting Crying Dying I can You go on with life As if nothing’s wrong Everything’s perfect But I know you hear them
You pay women to dance, while your love is at home. Two Viking babies asking when daddy is coming home. How familiar is my name, For daddy’s the one to blame... Your ice cold look is really just a new flame.
I shed tears when I came out I shed tears when I was hungry I shed tears when I fell down I shed tears when I scraped my knee, falling off my bike
Never had to talk and never wanted to talk Had any problems, kept them to myself Problems with myself, the surrounding, our world, key and lock But I can’t handle this and no one else will tell
Children, Quiet nights, chubby toes, imaginary friends in class. Water balloons, ice cream trucks, green blades of grass. Children, Mistakes made, processing death, moving away with dad.
He made me to be a mother. To be a caregiver. Why? Why not. My love for children is compared to no other. Teach the child my love I shall. Why love? Why not.
I remember the days When a ponytail was good enough When contacts were for Sundays And makeup was only for special occasions
I am mommy I am sister I am BFF I am your snuggles And your cuddles I am the best The best maker Of food and crafts And fun The best everything Of anything For everyone
Ten year old boy holds his mother tight to his chest as she once held him. Now he protects her as best a boy can, knowing only the unknown. His over sized shirt stained with his mother's tears
With a quizzical frown, a child asks me Where is Heaven? To which I instinctively shrug. I often times have wondered the same thing myself.
Now you lay me down to sleep The soul God prayed for you to keep. Sentenced to die before I awake, My life ended, because of one mistake.
I didn't have any friends in school. I was quiet. And shy.
Through mushy puddles she wears a tranquil stare, Brows furrowed in ambition of getting there, Little steps, one by one, growing distant from the restrictions of mother’s arms,
They don’t have much life in their bodies only in their eyes Their bodies sore with daily task Thoughts are thick Putting a heavy weight on their minds Drained out Full of fear and sorrow But in their eyes
Lost in the moment, you move against me. Fingers graze. Skin ablaze. Heart skips, heart jumps. Temptation seeking, you whisper, “breathtaking”.
Their eyes no longer blank As they had risen from concrete crumbles. In the burning heat of day And in the rituals of the night. Rushing through the strings of dirty tents Trying to find the ceaseless end
Of shrimps and steaks and sizzling soups And turpentine rolls and cabbage groups Comes a man of greedy, vicious frosting The essence of virtue he is lacking. An effervescent mind when he wants it to be
Peace. What is it? A place, a heaven-like land? A utopia, only imagined by wishful, young souls? A word, describing the hope of a world with no wars? Peace. What is it?
I bid you adieu I bid you adieu All the sane people, oh so few You think life is hard? Well me too Living paycheck to paycheck nothing new.
Written by Elizabeth Elia
If thy lovest long And thine love be pure Hate and love be twine Love is strange, rest be ‘sured Thus love maketh the blind
This is verse about me and all of you Call me blunt- I have no tact But I’m tired of putting on this serving act Call it vanity, call it pride But I am a queen with nothing to hide
Illuminating rays tickle her face the world is shrouded in darkness except for this Place. Here there’s no fear no Worry. no Strife. How she wished to live here the rest of her life.
I do not understand Why I was ignored I do not understand Why I was turned away I do not understand Why I was not believed Why I was thought to be a liar Just like I do not understand
ghastly silence crept in like high tide in spring. flooding. subduing. spilling over echoes of playful banter. one, two, buckle my shhh--- until
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