Children running,
through the streets.
Taking cover,
under rubble,
and the deceased.
Children cry,
and they scream.
Their parents dead,
planes overhead,
drop bombs on the city.
They have no hope,
they don't believe.
They are war torn,
and they mourn,
over the dead bodies.
Regretless bullets,
fly across the battlefield.
House destroyed,
parents dead.
Sorry children,
this is real.
The children of war,
they are no more.
The children of war.
They're homeless,
they're starving,
they're tired,
they're scared.
Bullets fill the air,
they can go nowhere.
The children,
they're crying,
bullets flying,
through the air.
And nobody cares.
Nobody cares...
War torn,
civilians mourn,
over dead childrens bodies.
The children of war,
they are no more.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
We are the kids
Our parents warned us about
With scarred limbs
And dead eyes
With fragile lives
Shattered dreams
And smoke in our lungs
My parents warned be about kids like I
The ones who see, feel, and live
Life on the streets
Pain in hearts
Needles in arms
Sure, bad choices are made
But will your parents
Warn you
About me?
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Parents are outliving their children, in the world today. When they find their child is dead, there are lack of words to say.
Parents are outliving their children, some are dead from being in gangs. They are constantly being shot down, by people acting insane.
Parents are outliving their children, some are killed in schools. To their parents, this ignite a fire, only adding more fuel.
Parents are outliving their children, some commit suicide. Their parents have to hear bad news, that their child has died.
Parents are outliving their children, some are lost to drugs. Their parents are left all alone, no longer giving out hugs.
Parents are outliving their children, some from driving while drinking. Some failed to turn over their keys, to someone who were thinking.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
when your daughter tells you that she has an eating disorder, believe her.
do not mock her, do not tell her she is wrong. though you could not hear her in the bathroom on her knees at christmas or on her birthday or after dinner, listen to her now.
know that after she reveals this and runs crying to her room that she will lie directly on her floor and place her ear to the carpet and she will hear you discussing her declaration like a bad movie, a critic to the fact that yes she still has all her teeth, but you do not know anything about disorders.
when your son mentions at the dinner table that your daughter thinks she may be depressed, do not shake your head. do not continue your meal, do not let her escape to her room immediately upon mention of the subject. do not shake your head, and do not continue your meal.
when you ask your daughter if she wants to see a psychiatrist and she does not say no, take her. make an appointment, do not cancel it. take her.
after an argument, when your daughter refuses to hug you, do not be offended. do not make a sarcastic remark about how she is "really helping the situation," that will not help the situation either. only know that she is hurt, and that she is only sixteen.
when you buy your daughter acne treatment and teeth whitener and brand new makeup and pore strips and she refuses to use them, do not yell. rather, attempt to fathom why your daughter may be boycotting your unrequested purchases, and try to find three things about her more important to you than her appearance.
when your daughter tells you that last night she sat in her closet for an hour so that she could be safe from you due to the way her her heart races and her palms sweat every time she hears the sound of your footsteps outside of her room, please reevaluate the way you talk to your daughter.
when your daughter tells you that she is sick and that she cannot go to school for the fifteenth separate time this semester, ask her about in what ways she is feeling ill, because one does not contract the flu fifteen separate days over the course of five months. that is not how the flu works. it is not likely that she has been physically ill to the point where she will lay in bed until past the time she was supposed to be getting home from school. do not accept the fact that she has a "headache" and do not let her tell you that she is just fine, because she is not.
when your daughter stays up all night doing homework but does not complete her work, do not nag at her. do not tell her that you and her father are "just waiting for her to have a mental breakdown" or to “stay out of your face when she loses her mind” like you know she will, do not tell her for the twentieth time to get her life together. it will not help her get her life together.
when your daughter tells you that she thinks she may be depressed, listen to her. do not fail to notice the words "years" or "finally".
do not simply forget about it, do not wake the next morning and assume that just because she is at the breakfast table eating her cereal that all is well. do not assume that last night she did not make a detailed plan to **** herself and that the only thing that stopped her was a line of a song, and a boyfriend.
when you notice that your daughter has stopped going out with friends, stopped going to practice and stopped trying in school, do not yell. do not lecture. try to predict what she may stop doing next. but do not yell.
do not say things like that she is “upsetting your household” statements like that make it very clear in the head of your daughter that the household she lives in is not also hers, and that you do not want her around. do not make careless statements in front of your teenage daughter.
though you may not know that the most common word in all of her google searches is “depression,” it should not take that for you to realize that she has a problem. though you did not see her ask the internet how many of her vitamins she would have to take until she could be sure she would not wake up, it should never have gotten this far.
do not tell her that you are sorry. it will be too late.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
Everyone loves you
the world is your stage
each line well rehearsed
you’re the latest craze
yet alone in the darkness
a child cries out
unmasked and revealing
a heart filled with doubt
today they love you
what if tomorrow they don’t
how well will you sleep
knowing your demons won’t
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
As the story goes, Picasso was walking though the market one day when a woman spotted him. She stopped the artist, pulled out a piece of paper and said, “Mr. Picasso, I am a fan of your work. Please, could you do a little drawing for me?”
Picasso smiled and quickly drew a small, but beautiful piece of art on the paper. Then, he handed the paper back to her saying, “That will be one million dollars.”
“But Mr. Picasso,” the woman said. “It only took you thirty seconds to draw this little masterpiece.”
“My good woman,” Picasso said, “It took me thirty years to draw that masterpiece in thirty seconds.”
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC