alxe-1 - Hello Poetry

I remember when my only concern was passing a test Now I wonder if my cousin’s about to face death I’m fifteen, studying till I graduate Too bad I might die for school shooters are common place My cousin’s younger than me But I doubt killers care about that. If they **** another will they let him be? Do I have to wait for that? I don’t care what the 2nd amendment means, I just don’t want my cousin to die before he’s a teen.

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC

School

I remember when my only concern was passing a test Now I wonder if my cousin’s about to face death I’m fifteen, studying till I graduate Too bad I might die for school shooters are common place My cousin’s younger than me But I doubt killers care about that. If they **** another will they let him be? Do I have to wait for that? I don’t care what the 2nd amendment means, I just don’t want my cousin to die before he’s a teen.

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I’m fine There’s just a choir in my head Screaming not singing At a girl, a child Screaming help Someone help Me I said I’m fine

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Feb 3, 2019

Feb 3, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC

I'm Fine

I’m fine There’s just a choir in my head Screaming not singing At a girl, a child Screaming help Someone help Me I said I’m fine

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I grew up trusting your judgement, was that a mistake? Looking over the past years, it’s all I can take If the worlds going to hell, are you the brakes? Stop something please, be the one good mankind’s make You’ve said it before, I believe you this time When you said our country's greater than fine So, you have read all the labels and news Good that you listen, but of course you do Who would run a place so vulnerable With millions of others just as capable And say to those watching with alarming clarity That you have confidence in our dwindling sanctity But you understand what it’s like, you must Know of our nation’s demographic trust Or you’d fail. No one could stand to see You leading a people misunderstood utterly And yet I sit here searching to find An article that doesn’t define What you’re doing with questionable moral Try to not undermine the meaning of the oval Do better and be better than last year Give me something to say with cheer Let me read your name with glowing pride So I don’t cringe with disgust when you lie You can’t change the thinking of a few If their mind’s are connected too I will go back to the shadows to observe As you go back to testing my last nerve

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Feb 3, 2019

Feb 3, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC

Who are you?

I grew up trusting your judgement, was that a mistake? Looking over the past years, it’s all I can take If the worlds going to hell, are you the brakes? Stop something please, be the one good mankind’s make You’ve said it before, I believe you this time When you said our country's greater than fine So, you have read all the labels and news Good that you listen, but of course you do Who would run a place so vulnerable With millions of others just as capable And say to those watching with alarming clarity That you have confidence in our dwindling sanctity But you understand what it’s like, you must Know of our nation’s demographic trust Or you’d fail. No one could stand to see You leading a people misunderstood utterly And yet I sit here searching to find An article that doesn’t define What you’re doing with questionable moral Try to not undermine the meaning of the oval Do better and be better than last year Give me something to say with cheer Let me read your name with glowing pride So I don’t cringe with disgust when you lie You can’t change the thinking of a few If their mind’s are connected too I will go back to the shadows to observe As you go back to testing my last nerve

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You once asked me what I wanted to be A policeman, a baker, whatever called to me You would let me sing songs out of tune So that I’d make up stories for when I grew At first this was incredible and splendid Broad opportunities to get interested in I looked around at the world to observe Yet I found every straight of hope soon curve I see a falling leaf, green despite the weather Cut off from the world, no lifeline to tether I’d think of an astronaut falling through space And I’d determine: Astronomy? No thanks I see a bee, buzzing about. Lost from his friends A wanderer no doubt. His work with pollen came to no end No matter how much he did, there was always more Daily worker’s life couldn't be for me, with so much left to explore I see a glimpse of a squirrel, and then it’s scampering up wood To hide its berries and acorns, chattering my ear off as it should And then I hear silence, as the squirrel fled away Now anything with nature reminds me how lonely I felt that day So as I became older, I seemed to shoulder Every fresh idea of a future I had became colder I wonder, when did my vision become so narrow? If I’m still young, then why do I feel so harrowed? My star light of possibility, when did you become a telescope? That blinding light, when did it shrivel my last rays of hope?

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Feb 3, 2019

Feb 3, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC

Child's Voyage

You once asked me what I wanted to be A policeman, a baker, whatever called to me You would let me sing songs out of tune So that I’d make up stories for when I grew At first this was incredible and splendid Broad opportunities to get interested in I looked around at the world to observe Yet I found every straight of hope soon curve I see a falling leaf, green despite the weather Cut off from the world, no lifeline to tether I’d think of an astronaut falling through space And I’d determine: Astronomy? No thanks I see a bee, buzzing about. Lost from his friends A wanderer no doubt. His work with pollen came to no end No matter how much he did, there was always more Daily worker’s life couldn't be for me, with so much left to explore I see a glimpse of a squirrel, and then it’s scampering up wood To hide its berries and acorns, chattering my ear off as it should And then I hear silence, as the squirrel fled away Now anything with nature reminds me how lonely I felt that day So as I became older, I seemed to shoulder Every fresh idea of a future I had became colder I wonder, when did my vision become so narrow? If I’m still young, then why do I feel so harrowed? My star light of possibility, when did you become a telescope? That blinding light, when did it shrivel my last rays of hope?

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