whitney-metz - Hello Poetry

Blood on the interstate,this world is an awful place.I don't know what I can doto convince you to make a change.Why can't you understand?There is nothing that gives a manthe right to abuse and destroythe animals or the land.It seems death is everywhereand nobody seems to care.How can you just keep drivinglike you don't see the bodies lying there?You've paved over all their homes.Now they have nowhere to go.You **** them without a second thoughtif they dare to step on your roads.Your apathy just breaks my heart.Your cruelty tears it apart.How can I make you see this when I don't even know where to start?

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Feb 25, 2010

Feb 25, 2010 at 5:37 AM UTC

Blood On the Interstate

Blood on the interstate,this world is an awful place.I don't know what I can doto convince you to make a change.Why can't you understand?There is nothing that gives a manthe right to abuse and destroythe animals or the land.It seems death is everywhereand nobody seems to care.How can you just keep drivinglike you don't see the bodies lying there?You've paved over all their homes.Now they have nowhere to go.You **** them without a second thoughtif they dare to step on your roads.Your apathy just breaks my heart.Your cruelty tears it apart.How can I make you see this when I don't even know where to start?

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It seems I fall in love every daywith those who bare their soulsthrough the art that they create,the words that they write,or the music that they play.Only they make me believe thatsomeone understands my pain.I can't talk to people that I know.I never know just what to say.So I imagine the artists I admirewould understand me anyway.Though I only know them in my mind,they still are not as fakeas the people I have come to knowin the real life I have made

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Feb 25, 2010

Feb 25, 2010 at 5:25 AM UTC

Imaginary Friends

It seems I fall in love every daywith those who bare their soulsthrough the art that they create,the words that they write,or the music that they play.Only they make me believe thatsomeone understands my pain.I can't talk to people that I know.I never know just what to say.So I imagine the artists I admirewould understand me anyway.Though I only know them in my mind,they still are not as fakeas the people I have come to knowin the real life I have made

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There were six of us but only one of me.I knew you all so well and I could seethe great men each of you could beand I knew you would eventually.I fell in love with each of youI know it sounds stupidbut I promise it's true.I didn't knowwhat I could do.So I just waited for one of you to choose.Another friend was all you saw.Sometimes I thinkyou didn't see me at all.Still I couldn't help but falland sit in my room wishing one of you would call.

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Feb 25, 2010

Feb 25, 2010 at 5:08 AM UTC

One of the Guys

There were six of us but only one of me.I knew you all so well and I could seethe great men each of you could beand I knew you would eventually.I fell in love with each of youI know it sounds stupidbut I promise it's true.I didn't knowwhat I could do.So I just waited for one of you to choose.Another friend was all you saw.Sometimes I thinkyou didn't see me at all.Still I couldn't help but falland sit in my room wishing one of you would call.

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I'm sorry for what I did to you.I never meant to break your heart.I sometimes wonder if things could be differentif we made a new start.You should know that I'm confused and scared and I don't know what to do.All I know is that sometimes I wishthat I was still with you.In the beginning you made me feel so goodbecause I thought you needed me,but I just didn't understand how very hard these things can be.I felt that I had lost myself amidst that chaos that we shared.I didn't like the person I was then.I wasn't even sure the real me was still there.I know that none of that was your fault.I never really let you seethat there were times I needed you just as much as you needed me.Instead I let my anger grow until I thought that I would drown.Ending what we had together was the only solution that I found.Now when I look back on our timeI wonder what might have beenif I'd just had the courage to tell youall of this back then.You were my first everything.You opened up my heart.When I think of that it seems so crazyfor us to be apart.And yet I'm scared to try again,scared of the pain that I might cause.I don't know if you realize how terrible it wasto see how badly you were hurtby something I had done.But I didn't know what else to doso I decided to just run. I wanted you to know that,in all my adult life,that night we talked in that parking lotyou saw the only tears I've cried.

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Feb 25, 2010

Feb 25, 2010 at 4:21 AM UTC

The Only Tears

I'm sorry for what I did to you.I never meant to break your heart.I sometimes wonder if things could be differentif we made a new start.You should know that I'm confused and scared and I don't know what to do.All I know is that sometimes I wishthat I was still with you.In the beginning you made me feel so goodbecause I thought you needed me,but I just didn't understand how very hard these things can be.I felt that I had lost myself amidst that chaos that we shared.I didn't like the person I was then.I wasn't even sure the real me was still there.I know that none of that was your fault.I never really let you seethat there were times I needed you just as much as you needed me.Instead I let my anger grow until I thought that I would drown.Ending what we had together was the only solution that I found.Now when I look back on our timeI wonder what might have beenif I'd just had the courage to tell youall of this back then.You were my first everything.You opened up my heart.When I think of that it seems so crazyfor us to be apart.And yet I'm scared to try again,scared of the pain that I might cause.I don't know if you realize how terrible it wasto see how badly you were hurtby something I had done.But I didn't know what else to doso I decided to just run. I wanted you to know that,in all my adult life,that night we talked in that parking lotyou saw the only tears I've cried.

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I desperately need to believe in the potential of humanity,that there is the possibilitythat we can all become better.I know that if we learn to change eventually there will come a daywhen we will live the right wayand give up all our evils. I imagine a future timewhen we will see the value in every life,all humans and non-humans alike,and there will be no more prejudice. We will learn to protect the earth.We will love her and see her worth.We'll vow to never be like we were,so destructive and selfish.We will learn to live in harmonywith each other and all we see,and we'll know there's no need to beangry, greedy or frightened.We'll restore all that we have harmed,release the innocent from inside their bars,instead we'll hold them in our armsand never again will we use them. No longer judging by appearances,we'll see everything for just what it is,and acceptance is all that we will giveto those who are not like us.There will be no more need to fight over what is wrong and what is rightbecause at last we will see the lightthat our beliefs do not matter.That our actions are all that countthere is nothing to worry aboutjust as long as we live withoutcausing pain or suffering.

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Feb 23, 2010

Feb 23, 2010 at 6:18 AM UTC

A Potential Utopia

I desperately need to believe in the potential of humanity,that there is the possibilitythat we can all become better.I know that if we learn to change eventually there will come a daywhen we will live the right wayand give up all our evils. I imagine a future timewhen we will see the value in every life,all humans and non-humans alike,and there will be no more prejudice. We will learn to protect the earth.We will love her and see her worth.We'll vow to never be like we were,so destructive and selfish.We will learn to live in harmonywith each other and all we see,and we'll know there's no need to beangry, greedy or frightened.We'll restore all that we have harmed,release the innocent from inside their bars,instead we'll hold them in our armsand never again will we use them. No longer judging by appearances,we'll see everything for just what it is,and acceptance is all that we will giveto those who are not like us.There will be no more need to fight over what is wrong and what is rightbecause at last we will see the lightthat our beliefs do not matter.That our actions are all that countthere is nothing to worry aboutjust as long as we live withoutcausing pain or suffering.

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I am a canvas,that's all that I am.I've painted myself the best that I can,but the truth is it's lifethat has changed me the most.Every person I've knownstill haunts me like a ghost.Everything that I've done and everywhere I have beenyou can hear in my voice,you can see on my skin. Evey choice that I've made,each opportunity missed,has left it's own marking,it's own little kiss.I've been colored by placesand shaded by time. So which part of myself can I truly call mine?Now who am I really?Which part is me?Without all this paintwho would I be?

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Feb 22, 2010

Feb 22, 2010 at 5:38 AM UTC

Canvas

I am a canvas,that's all that I am.I've painted myself the best that I can,but the truth is it's lifethat has changed me the most.Every person I've knownstill haunts me like a ghost.Everything that I've done and everywhere I have beenyou can hear in my voice,you can see on my skin. Evey choice that I've made,each opportunity missed,has left it's own marking,it's own little kiss.I've been colored by placesand shaded by time. So which part of myself can I truly call mine?Now who am I really?Which part is me?Without all this paintwho would I be?

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Things look like they're changing, but they are really just the same. I am still just as lonely, no one even knows my name. No matter what I try I am still just as worthless. No matter what I do I still feel just as hopeless. Bombs exploding in my chest. My brain is bleeding in my head. The tears I won't allow to flow burn like acid down my throat. My body shakes with all the pain of these thoughts that mutilate my brain. I try to make myself appear as if I'm not being burned alive by fear. I put a smile on my face and fake that I've accepted my mistakes, but inside I can feel my heart as it's slowly ripping itself apart.

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Feb 20, 2010

Feb 20, 2010 at 12:09 AM UTC

Burned Alive

Things look like they're changing, but they are really just the same. I am still just as lonely, no one even knows my name. No matter what I try I am still just as worthless. No matter what I do I still feel just as hopeless. Bombs exploding in my chest. My brain is bleeding in my head. The tears I won't allow to flow burn like acid down my throat. My body shakes with all the pain of these thoughts that mutilate my brain. I try to make myself appear as if I'm not being burned alive by fear. I put a smile on my face and fake that I've accepted my mistakes, but inside I can feel my heart as it's slowly ripping itself apart.

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I love and I hate all of the people in this place. They’re so full of contradictions I just don’t think I can take. If you ever need a hand you know that they’ll do all they can just as long as they don’t know you’re not like them. They will take you in, treat you like a friend though they’ve not known you before and they’ll not see you again. If you look deeper you will find that beneath their kindness lies violence and prejudice that they don’t even try to hide. Depending on your situation you may find you loathe or admire them. They do so many evil things but with such good intentions. They stand so strongly against anyone who’s different. Yet if you fall within their group, in them you can have confidence. I just don’t know what to think of these mixed emotions that they bring. Should I consider them my friends? or should I call them enemies? It seems they have found a way to somehow always stay in a strange gray area between my love and hate.

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Feb 19, 2010

Feb 19, 2010 at 4:13 AM UTC

Strange Gray Area

I love and I hate all of the people in this place. They’re so full of contradictions I just don’t think I can take. If you ever need a hand you know that they’ll do all they can just as long as they don’t know you’re not like them. They will take you in, treat you like a friend though they’ve not known you before and they’ll not see you again. If you look deeper you will find that beneath their kindness lies violence and prejudice that they don’t even try to hide. Depending on your situation you may find you loathe or admire them. They do so many evil things but with such good intentions. They stand so strongly against anyone who’s different. Yet if you fall within their group, in them you can have confidence. I just don’t know what to think of these mixed emotions that they bring. Should I consider them my friends? or should I call them enemies? It seems they have found a way to somehow always stay in a strange gray area between my love and hate.

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I was born in the wrong time. I think that’s why I can’t find my place in this world. I really just don’t belong here, that becomes more clear to me all the time. I should have lived in the 60’s I would have fit in among hippies. Now I think I’m the only one. I should have lived in that time when it was so easy to find people with compassion. Today there’s such violence and hate and all these people I just can’t relate to in any way at all. If I could travel into the past I think I’d find comfort at last in those who understand me. When people found meaning in life they had causes for which they would fight. Now people are so apathetic. They loved each other back then. I think how wonderful it must have been to feel that connection. Today everyone feels so alone. We each face this life on our own, and it’s just so sad to me. I want to stand up for what’s right, but there’s no one to stand by my side. Why does no one care anymore?

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Feb 19, 2010

Feb 19, 2010 at 4:04 AM UTC

The Wrong Time

I was born in the wrong time. I think that’s why I can’t find my place in this world. I really just don’t belong here, that becomes more clear to me all the time. I should have lived in the 60’s I would have fit in among hippies. Now I think I’m the only one. I should have lived in that time when it was so easy to find people with compassion. Today there’s such violence and hate and all these people I just can’t relate to in any way at all. If I could travel into the past I think I’d find comfort at last in those who understand me. When people found meaning in life they had causes for which they would fight. Now people are so apathetic. They loved each other back then. I think how wonderful it must have been to feel that connection. Today everyone feels so alone. We each face this life on our own, and it’s just so sad to me. I want to stand up for what’s right, but there’s no one to stand by my side. Why does no one care anymore?

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I’ve decided that I want to cover all of my scars with tattoos. I’ve decided that from now on I will make myself brand new, remove the signs of pain and sadness, and create a brand new point of view. Though to all my scars I am quite grateful, many times I think they’ve saved my life, I’ve really no more need for them and I’ve grown sick of trying to hide. So I’m taking something ugly that’s a source of insecurity for me and I’m making something beautiful that I’ll want everyone to see. I am going to let my skin express to you all the things I want to feel inside and hope that will be a catalyst to create change in my life. Each and every time I see these scars they remind me of old hurt. If I am ever to heal my emotional wounds, I’ll have to banish the physical ones first.

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Feb 17, 2010

Feb 17, 2010 at 4:33 AM UTC

Tattoos

I’ve decided that I want to cover all of my scars with tattoos. I’ve decided that from now on I will make myself brand new, remove the signs of pain and sadness, and create a brand new point of view. Though to all my scars I am quite grateful, many times I think they’ve saved my life, I’ve really no more need for them and I’ve grown sick of trying to hide. So I’m taking something ugly that’s a source of insecurity for me and I’m making something beautiful that I’ll want everyone to see. I am going to let my skin express to you all the things I want to feel inside and hope that will be a catalyst to create change in my life. Each and every time I see these scars they remind me of old hurt. If I am ever to heal my emotional wounds, I’ll have to banish the physical ones first.

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