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 Feb 2018 Justin Parks
Esther
I don't know how close i can get to you
Without wandering away from myself.
Honey your hands are my home, your lips are my heaven. I am a fallen angel. You are so much like him i am scared you will banish me too.
There is no hope in the future.
The greatest lie that has ever been told was
When we work hard and obey the rules we will find
There is no end for what we can achieve.
A wise man once said:
What you do today will determine your future.
I feel freed by the fact that
All people die someday.
I wanted to do something different because
Nothing changes.
This is why
I let myself sink into the deepest circles of hate.
I feel that
The future is as empty as a broken promise.
Do not believe in the liars who state:
Believe what I have to say.
The future is worth living for.
(Now read it from the bottom upwards.)

My inspiration: Our Generation
Our generation will be known for nothing.
Never will anybody say,
We were the peak of mankind.
That is wrong, the truth is
Our generation is a failure.
Thinking that
We actually succeeded
Is a waste. And we know
Living only for money and power
Is the way to go.
Being loving, respectful and kind
Was a dumb thing to do.
Forgetting about that time
Will not be easy but we will try.
Changing our world for the better
Is something we never did.
Giving up
Is how we handled our problems.
Working hard
Was a joke.
We knew that
People thought we couldn't come back.
That might be true,
Unless we turn things around.
(Read it from bottom to top now.)
Second poem credit to Jordan Nichols, a fourteen year-old boy.
Man, this poem took a lot of work. I thank you if you support this!
To be happy
It’s hard
And I refuse to believe that
It’s easy
Pain is everywhere but to block it out
Is unheard of
Darkness drowning us from all happiness
And loving every minute of it.
Smiling and feeling better
Is a lie
You’re life is worthless
And believing that
Life is free
It’s not.
Life is terrible
How could anyone say
Life is great.
(read from bottom to top.)
One of the first poems I wrote. Read it from top to bottom and bottom to top.

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