Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Inhaling deadly chemicals as a death wish, or maybe it's just a deadly addiction. Begging for attention or simply a way out. Aspiring for life, but lifelessly haunting pathways, not knowing if we're living rightfully or just following along with the ones that said we're saying it wrong.
Waiting for the sunrise after a long night, not knowing when I'll see light. Thankfully my mind hasn't been overcome by lonely thoughts at midnight giving me some sleep until the morning. Where the day refreshes and yesterday becomes another day I slept through.
I got high off your memory... I got a cigarette addiction from your marks left in my mind... I still have pictures that remind me of you and movies I can't watch without crying... I am over you but I still can't help but think what if you never left me broken and scared.
• You're not a burden • It's ok to be struggling • It's ok to tell people you're struggling • Please tell people you're struggling • Don't suffer in silence. Tell someone. Get help • It's ok to need help • The world is more beautiful because you're in it • You are worth it • Thank you for existing • You're beautiful • Please stay alive • If you're looking for a sign not to **** yourself, this is it • People love you I love you
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With hasty fervor was I summoned to a home It was thought that a young girl did roam Away she went on her feet Or did someone take her in a van?
The children in the street they did report That the girl was dragged away by a man of a sort I checked the home even under the beds Under the covers where kids hide; the closets too
My counterpart and I got the whole story But our guts told us something wasn’t right In the kitchen we quickly discussed The rapidly changing story of the kids outside
There was something wrong Something not right, the feeling was palpable We double checked all places for a sleeping child Then glanced through the back window with fright
A pool. We became overcome with dread The officers and mother swore they checked the pool They said that they were sure she wasn’t in the deep But trust nothing and look for yourself is a saying to live and work by
Chuy and I stood at the pool The water was not nearly clear enough For us to rule out the unthinkable We both peered from side to side
I saw a dark spot that seemed to be a drain At the deep end of the pool did I bend And stared ever intently at the drain The drain started to move, ever so slightly, with the waves
Chuy confirmed what I thought I saw A sick pall did upon us fall I grabbed the long net And commenced a long haul
I felt the spot heavy on the net While officers searched for a kidnapper Which was accorded by the kids The mother thought we were wasting time
As I pushed the heavy To the shallow end of the pool I saw her four-year-old body “****,” I thought, bring the lieutenant
We drew straws to jump in To fetch the poor child To return her to her mother I lifted her out and wrinkled she was
Too late to revive, too dead Now how to tell the mother So we braced her for her fall She saw her baby stiff and wrapped
A toy floated by As mom she hurtfully cried We brought the EMT’s They saw she was too far gone
Called off the troops Squeezed the water from my pants The officers and mother could not understand How they missed the little tot
Our feeling, unfortunately correct A mother’s life wrecked It’s tough to pull a child from the water And a toy in the pool floated innocently by
I teach her to paint flowers. I play cards with her. I wheel her outside in her wheelchair. In the warm, sunny air. I show her I care. While my dear mother in Heaven looks down and smiles. I smile too. And then. Shed a tear.
My beloved mother always wanted me to work with the elderly. This poem is for her. I miss you, Mom.
I opened my eyes and saw a light; through childish sight the light took flight. “Fireflies!” cried my sister dear but I saw fairies flitting near. Little wings delicate and soft they would break if I merely coughed. I closed my eyes and sprouted wings a firefly of the spring. Listen, listen, do you hear me sing? The trees are the chorus rustling in the wind, the river adds music wild and unpinned. My wings carry me higher and higher I feel my soul burning with fire-- “Sister! Sister!” blink blink open my eyes but I still like to believe that they’re not just fireflies.
Let me sit here and let life go by me and finally I'll be forgotten left to be ash on the side of the road stepped on like I always was no value, no worth no one to care so end this, please let go and forget Why wouldn't you give up on me? I'm just a rock in your way so kick me to the side and go away before I ruin everything like I always do
As the raven's shadow eclipsed the sun I trembled with doubt for my beliefs. I wished I knew hidden truths gods are privy to and I'll die in ignorance again. Once more I claw beneath dignity in search of a captain's beauty with wild hair and a member of my church. What will come of our bent knees?
Pray. Hear the beat of our hearts in a symphony. We might fail to bury the grief. We might find who we've spent our lives looking for. Peace.
Don't tell me you love me. I am a free spirit, not to be tied down. I am a magi of the earth - an apostle to the ebb and the flow.
Don't tell me you love me when you do not know the words that leak inside my head, when you cannot look into my eyes and read whats going on, when you cannot understand that I am woman - not object, not, possession not yours
Don't tell me you love me. If you loved me, you'd let me go
it’s a beautiful thing this day and age with bubbling permafrost with drug-resistance with obesity treatments with technological advancements with scientific discoveries with silent wars with blue lava with bleeding glaciers with divorce with sensitivity with my generation of people believing this new generation is completely and utterly clueless as a common occurrence
but let’s think about what these kids are into nowadays.
let’s think about who invented these inane things for the kids.
my generation of people.
so the kids of today are the ones who are ****** for liking the things that we’ve created?
I’m sorry but we have to be the ones who are obtuse for believing such things, oblivious for not realizing them and showing the world we have little or no imagination anymore.
the generation before us has lied to us and thought us to lie to the generation after.
whether it’s the gods or holidays or what not.
the youth of the today are autonomous. they can not take responsibility for their actions nor do they understand and just go along with the trends, much like, all the generations before them but we need a scapegoat to cover up our own farce implementations.
the truth of the matter is.. we’re all a little vacuous in our own way especially the ones with an answer for everything. living in an imperfect world where there’s always room for improvement nothing for us or against us wrapped up in our congratulatory self-contradictory and illogical theories and as useless as exploding appendix.
the lost generation the interbellum generation the silent generation the baby boomers generation x the millennials
a strong admixture of imbecility and self-assurance filled with belief and unawareness to a senseless world
like hate like blame like gossip like jealousy like being offended like being impressive like the punk rock dream like hospital waiting rooms like fundraisers and charity events like your co-worker to the right and the left of you and their families and their families before them