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becka-dibble
becka-dibble
"Carpe Diem!" Scream at the top of my lungs Making this my theme Letting it roll off the tongue Seize the day Make it my own No matter what they say Let my opinion be shown **** out the marrow Enjoy every minute Dodge all the arrows Put my whole heart in it Don't choke on the bone Don't lose my pure motives Keep my mind in the zone Be sure, not just sort of Take the bull by the horns Wake up in reality Or the mind will be scorned Go against the normality Yell back at the world I can make my stand Hurricane in a whirl Of what they have planned Do my own thing Swim against the tide Let my voice sing My opinion will not hide I will not conform It is overrated It may cause a storm But my opinion shall be stated.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
The Stand
The way is out It’s dark as night Temptation lies Death is in sight The tunnel extends No room for hope Dark consumes light No reason to cope Wanting to give up It’s no longer worth it Life is just too hard All it does is spit Father is abusive Mother drinks night and day Little child visited at night Father figure comes to “play” Teenage girl searches for love The world is a cruel place Boy she loves left her Drugs kept in a little case The pain is alive Nothing seems to help The need to give up Scars left by a belt The older teenage girl Fights to stay alive Has no reason to stay No reason to strive Death is now certain No questions asked Teenage girl cries Her arms ****** and hacked Swerve to the right Miss death by an inch Swerve to the left Death comes, felt only a pinch I cry for those without hope Please stay strong Life is a rocking boat But giving up is wrong Death is a coward’s way out Let me offer a hand My heart breaks for you I will help you stand.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
Little Child Inside
What is a soldier? They are courage They are this country They are the bravery The stronghold The backbone What is courage? It is taking a stand It is being yourself It is being strong Having faith Facing fears What is this country? It is the US of A It is freedom It is independence United Strong What is bravery? It is standing up It is living your life It is waking up each morning Taking life when its rough A smile What is a stronghold? It is security It is a rock It is inspiration Steady Unfailing What is a backbone? It is the weapon It is the existence It is what holds us together The main bone Keeps us alive What is a soldier? Someone we can count on Someone who holds us up Someone that saves our freedom Risks their lives Faces their fears Are YOU a soldier?
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
Life of a Soldier
Normal people don't want to hurt themselves.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
3 A.M.
[WARNING: detailed poem...] She takes the pills to numb the pain She smokes a joint to keep her sane Pulls out a knife to relieve the stress Her feelings inside she can no longer compress Numbing sensation began to kick in Girl looks at the knife about to begin The sharp blade glistened in the lamp light All her built up anxiety will leave tonight She grips the handle in her sweaty palm Her heart pounding loud like exploding bombs The life she lives in fills her with pain and dread But soon enough those feelings will be dead She sets the edge of the blade on her skin Her anxiety's patience wearing too thin She applies the pressure to relieve those feelings Tears fill her eyes and she looks to the ceiling Her mistakes and hurt are haunting her This is what she wants to do, she is sure Girl drags the glistening blade across her wrist Her hands no longer shaking, her hand makes a fist The first was not satisfying enough She can take a few more, she is tough 11 more lines of her torn skin Her mind begins to scream within Her pain temporarily gone The ****** lines have been drawn She watches as the blood flows The red color increases on each row Girl grabs a rag to slow the bleeding This was something she had really been needing Looking in the mirror, she begins to cry Lasting an hour, she then lets out a sigh This isn't how she wanted her life to be But this habit, this addiction, had no end to see There was no redemption in sight She wishes she could say this was the last night As she looks into her own eyes in the reflection She longs her life would go a different direction But there was too much suffering to endure This was going to happen again, she is sure She lies down on her bed Letting her silent tears be shed Closing her eyes, she falls asleep She knows tomorrow, she'd again be weak.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
Dealing with Pain
[WARNING: detailed poem...] She takes the pills to numb the pain She smokes a joint to keep her sane Pulls out a knife to relieve the stress Her feelings inside she can no longer compress Numbing sensation began to kick in Girl looks at the knife about to begin The sharp blade glistened in the lamp light All her built up anxiety will leave tonight She grips the handle in her sweaty palm Her heart pounding loud like exploding bombs The life she lives in fills her with pain and dread But soon enough those feelings will be dead She sets the edge of the blade on her skin Her anxiety's patience wearing too thin She applies the pressure to relieve those feelings Tears fill her eyes and she looks to the ceiling Her mistakes and hurt are haunting her This is what she wants to do, she is sure Girl drags the glistening blade across her wrist Her hands no longer shaking, her hand makes a fist The first was not satisfying enough She can take a few more, she is tough 11 more lines of her torn skin Her mind begins to scream within Her pain temporarily gone The ****** lines have been drawn She watches as the blood flows The red color increases on each row Girl grabs a rag to slow the bleeding This was something she had really been needing Looking in the mirror, she begins to cry Lasting an hour, she then lets out a sigh This isn't how she wanted her life to be But this habit, this addiction, had no end to see There was no redemption in sight She wishes she could say this was the last night As she looks into her own eyes in the reflection She longs her life would go a different direction But there was too much suffering to endure This was going to happen again, she is sure She lies down on her bed Letting her silent tears be shed Closing her eyes, she falls asleep She knows tomorrow, she'd again be weak.
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