bailey-delong - Hello Poetry

And it occurred to me then, how ironic it was. They want nothing but the best, and nothing less. They want the most, and we find it gross. Parents, adults, anyone. They want us to have more than they ever did. But they lie and cheat. Always what is "best".

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC

The Best

And it occurred to me then, how ironic it was. They want nothing but the best, and nothing less. They want the most, and we find it gross. Parents, adults, anyone. They want us to have more than they ever did. But they lie and cheat. Always what is "best".

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The abbreviation for education is corruption of the imagination. The corruption of education is the abbreviation of imagination.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC

Pick One

The abbreviation for education is corruption of the imagination. The corruption of education is the abbreviation of imagination.

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And in our darkest hour, we can really learn our power. We could scream of shout, we can truly learn our doubt.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC

The Church

And in our darkest hour, we can really learn our power. We could scream of shout, we can truly learn our doubt.

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Wear your crown of injustice like a noose. I hope it chokes the life from your eyes, burns a hole in your heart, and darkens your soul to a black only you will understand. For all that you've done, all that you've caused, you deserve to endure all the pain this world has to offer. And when Death finally comes for you, to claim the soul that has tainted so many others, he will find only a skeleton. The mere remains of a human so cruel.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC

That Man

Wear your crown of injustice like a noose. I hope it chokes the life from your eyes, burns a hole in your heart, and darkens your soul to a black only you will understand. For all that you've done, all that you've caused, you deserve to endure all the pain this world has to offer. And when Death finally comes for you, to claim the soul that has tainted so many others, he will find only a skeleton. The mere remains of a human so cruel.

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I step out for a minute. Out of my shoes, my clothes, my skin. GO. GO. Away. Anywhere. Run as fast as you can, just not here. But regretfully I turn back to see my shell standing alone, in the midst of all my pain. I can't leave her there. Not there. Not with them, in that place. I tip-toe back hoping she hasn't noticed my absence. In my soul I reassure her that I won't ever leave again. She needs me, or I need her. Either way, I can't leave...

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC

Untitled

I step out for a minute. Out of my shoes, my clothes, my skin. GO. GO. Away. Anywhere. Run as fast as you can, just not here. But regretfully I turn back to see my shell standing alone, in the midst of all my pain. I can't leave her there. Not there. Not with them, in that place. I tip-toe back hoping she hasn't noticed my absence. In my soul I reassure her that I won't ever leave again. She needs me, or I need her. Either way, I can't leave...

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These demons hide behind my eyes, they are my disguise. Trailing behind all my lies, becoming my demise.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC

Demons

These demons hide behind my eyes, they are my disguise. Trailing behind all my lies, becoming my demise.

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The difference between you and I is when all I really want to do is cry, I laugh. When I really want to scream, I smile. And when I think I can't make it one more day, I always seem to take another step.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC

The Difference

The difference between you and I is when all I really want to do is cry, I laugh. When I really want to scream, I smile. And when I think I can't make it one more day, I always seem to take another step.

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My princess isn't sweet. She isn't innocent, not in the way one would think. She doesn't wear a dress. Her face is caked with lines of wars waged against herself, eyes deep with the understanding of real hunger. Real pain. And she knows it more than most. She wears a wall of steel around her heart, with a moat to protect her mind too. She can't be saved by a boy. She can't be saved by a kiss..

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC

My Princess

My princess isn't sweet. She isn't innocent, not in the way one would think. She doesn't wear a dress. Her face is caked with lines of wars waged against herself, eyes deep with the understanding of real hunger. Real pain. And she knows it more than most. She wears a wall of steel around her heart, with a moat to protect her mind too. She can't be saved by a boy. She can't be saved by a kiss..

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Beauty is not measured by how well you can paint a mask onto your vulnerable naked face. It's not the price tag on your clothes, or even how many whistles you get in a day. Beauty is measured by perseverance, courage, and kindness. Once a girl has mastered all three she will no longer need her paint.

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC

Beauty

Beauty is not measured by how well you can paint a mask onto your vulnerable naked face. It's not the price tag on your clothes, or even how many whistles you get in a day. Beauty is measured by perseverance, courage, and kindness. Once a girl has mastered all three she will no longer need her paint.

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If you thought that I would be weak after you, that I would ache for you back and need your attention like a small child, you're wrong. I don't need you. Or anyone else. You'll only get in my way..

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC

Untitled

If you thought that I would be weak after you, that I would ache for you back and need your attention like a small child, you're wrong. I don't need you. Or anyone else. You'll only get in my way..

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