lota - Hello Poetry

"Once a thief always a thief," they say. "Once a killer always a killer," they say. How would you know when you never gave a chance. You make the victims of the accusation feel trapped and lost. Creating a road or door of pressure, that if opened or taken may lead to the old ways or past of wrongdoings and regrets.

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Oct 20, 2014

Oct 20, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC

lota

PEOPLE CAN CHANGE

"Once a thief always a thief," they say. "Once a killer always a killer," they say. How would you know when you never gave a chance. You make the victims of the accusation feel trapped and lost. Creating a road or door of pressure, that if opened or taken may lead to the old ways or past of wrongdoings and regrets.

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I am the first but not the last, be my follower I am a true friend but not a borrower I speak the truth when I say I don't use people It's hard to know who you're in common with, so just I choose people I choose them because they chose me They choose me because they like me They like me because I'm something It's like it will be a waste of time comparing me to everything There are different kinds me Each part of me is a part of he or she For I am one of all but not everyone I don't take advantage But there is a disadvantage A leader is all I ever wanted to be

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC

lota

Be my follower

I am the first but not the last, be my follower I am a true friend but not a borrower I speak the truth when I say I don't use people It's hard to know who you're in common with, so just I choose people I choose them because they chose me They choose me because they like me They like me because I'm something It's like it will be a waste of time comparing me to everything There are different kinds me Each part of me is a part of he or she For I am one of all but not everyone I don't take advantage But there is a disadvantage A leader is all I ever wanted to be

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Through the darkest seed Through the light split by blood and greed They desire that which is forbidden Yet persevere disregarding being forgiven It's in disgust as infestations reap its greatness Holding broken memories we soak in weakness It's in these crown of thorns we rest in what we believe Yet voiced with transparent lungs we grieve We try to fight the silence but no one is listening Screaming our emotions translates to whispering As we bury their hope in the ground gasping their final last breath We except their fate Their destiny Their death. Even after death we feel their words resonate As they breach the great white gate. They are never forgotten, they are always loved Looking down on us from above -Joseph B Schneider

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lota

Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC

josephknowhope

Looking For Light

Through the darkest seed Through the light split by blood and greed They desire that which is forbidden Yet persevere disregarding being forgiven It's in disgust as infestations reap its greatness Holding broken memories we soak in weakness It's in these crown of thorns we rest in what we believe Yet voiced with transparent lungs we grieve We try to fight the silence but no one is listening Screaming our emotions translates to whispering As we bury their hope in the ground gasping their final last breath We except their fate Their destiny Their death. Even after death we feel their words resonate As they breach the great white gate. They are never forgotten, they are always loved Looking down on us from above -Joseph B Schneider

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Who is next, who is on the death pole Who has their heart as hot as coal How much I'm I worth being killed or sold Who is the benefactor, does he give out lots of gold? what have we done to offend, for we are innocent Most of our life has been private or ruled, many say we are decent We die one by one till there is none There is only a few left, what is done has been done You speak, echoes of your voice are all we hear You try to stand strong and growl like a bear We fight back and show them we care

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Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC

lota

Death Pole

Who is next, who is on the death pole Who has their heart as hot as coal How much I'm I worth being killed or sold Who is the benefactor, does he give out lots of gold? what have we done to offend, for we are innocent Most of our life has been private or ruled, many say we are decent We die one by one till there is none There is only a few left, what is done has been done You speak, echoes of your voice are all we hear You try to stand strong and growl like a bear We fight back and show them we care

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Who knew, who knew I would end up in pain Who knew I would lose my way and go insane My heart beating so many times in fear I try to cry, I force myself, what do I see - not a tear I stare at myself in the mirror thinking what could have made me differ What make me special, I'm I worth less of trillions of dollars or more I try to make changes and life decisions I tell myself to think and presume - presumptions Life can be what you want it to be in the future I guess Sometimes I look back to the past and think about the rest Who knew, who knew my first sentence in a poem would be who knew Maybe I did, who knew my first thought would be regret I look at my past and now, I think about the changes, decisions, accusations, moments of empathy and sympathy, and procrastinations that I made Look at me, all you may see in me is darkness deep deep inside but I know there is a light, all you need to do is find it with a caring heart For who I am is who I want to be, I can change And I can be a better person All you need to do is believe and give me a chance Have hope and we could have our first dance Or even our last

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Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC

lota

Who knew-Regret

Who knew, who knew I would end up in pain Who knew I would lose my way and go insane My heart beating so many times in fear I try to cry, I force myself, what do I see - not a tear I stare at myself in the mirror thinking what could have made me differ What make me special, I'm I worth less of trillions of dollars or more I try to make changes and life decisions I tell myself to think and presume - presumptions Life can be what you want it to be in the future I guess Sometimes I look back to the past and think about the rest Who knew, who knew my first sentence in a poem would be who knew Maybe I did, who knew my first thought would be regret I look at my past and now, I think about the changes, decisions, accusations, moments of empathy and sympathy, and procrastinations that I made Look at me, all you may see in me is darkness deep deep inside but I know there is a light, all you need to do is find it with a caring heart For who I am is who I want to be, I can change And I can be a better person All you need to do is believe and give me a chance Have hope and we could have our first dance Or even our last

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I lie on the bed While your gentle caress sweeps across my skin But I can't help Thinking why you want me When there's so many other fish in the sea

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lota

Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC

infinite-mind

insecure

I lie on the bed While your gentle caress sweeps across my skin But I can't help Thinking why you want me When there's so many other fish in the sea

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My eyes are widely open and all I see is nothing. Everything is gone like it vanished and all that is left is my bed and my stuffed bear. I look around and all I see is nothing else but darkness. It was as silent as a grave yard, yet I heard whispers from behind me but I guess it was just my imagination and I was starting to lose it. Sometimes small birds are taken by big birds, like a chick being taken by an eagle but in this case I felt like I was the chick. It was chilly and I had goose bumps. The cold breeze was increasing, round and round, it went around me. It felt like cockroaches, spiders, ants, and worms were all crawling around me at the same time. I was alone, well that I thought until the whispers got louder. Turned on at the end of the corner was a low lantern light that reflected to some parts of the room. “This is just a dream” I scream out loud as I notice the scary shaped shadow twirling around me in circles. There was nothing else to describe this night attack. I became a screaming bird, so loud but not proud. I paused and froze for about 9mins then realized that this is all just a nightmare and I need to wake up. Closing my eyes, being a free bird again, not being scared anymore and telling myself that this is just a nightmare. I open my eyes and everything is back to normal. I guess it was just a NIGHTMARE “a scary and freaky one”.

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Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC

lota

THE NIGHTMARE

My eyes are widely open and all I see is nothing. Everything is gone like it vanished and all that is left is my bed and my stuffed bear. I look around and all I see is nothing else but darkness. It was as silent as a grave yard, yet I heard whispers from behind me but I guess it was just my imagination and I was starting to lose it. Sometimes small birds are taken by big birds, like a chick being taken by an eagle but in this case I felt like I was the chick. It was chilly and I had goose bumps. The cold breeze was increasing, round and round, it went around me. It felt like cockroaches, spiders, ants, and worms were all crawling around me at the same time. I was alone, well that I thought until the whispers got louder. Turned on at the end of the corner was a low lantern light that reflected to some parts of the room. “This is just a dream” I scream out loud as I notice the scary shaped shadow twirling around me in circles. There was nothing else to describe this night attack. I became a screaming bird, so loud but not proud. I paused and froze for about 9mins then realized that this is all just a nightmare and I need to wake up. Closing my eyes, being a free bird again, not being scared anymore and telling myself that this is just a nightmare. I open my eyes and everything is back to normal. I guess it was just a NIGHTMARE “a scary and freaky one”.

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