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synchronize debt
and
unfortunate occasion

apply a pinch of poverty
and
unreachable secession

integrate inconsistent economy
and
lack of intuition

and then you'll be america
and
it's financial oppresion
rough draft poem in science class xD
 Feb 2016 Annie McLaughlin
M
I just want to be free. ******, I just want to be free.
Excuse me miss,
My name's Joseph,
And yours is?
Well,
I saw you across the way and just had to do this
I don't mean this to be the average
spontaneous compliment
That you must receive on a daily basis.
And so, may I have a moment of your time?
If yes, let me start with your eyes.
If the world could change
If it could rearange
Dont u think by now
That we would have done the same?

If the world could change
And turn judgment into love
Then somehow somewhere
Could we find what lies above?

The answer is uncertain
The path...dark and scary
The destination unkown
And the wrath of life be very

And yet the faith that lies within
The faith that clearly shines
Is not of religion or beauty
but rather In mankind

You may have felt it growing
Im surly not alone...
Something big is coming
The horizon clearly shows
Something is coming, is it good or bad
Dripping with gory sarcasm
The sharpest tongue cuts a dash
The house speciality is cruelty
Naturally
And so, gathered revellers
To the evening's main course
An innocent
A babe amongst blades
Who'll carve?

With glinting teeth and cutlery
Feasting on the lamb begins
An ideal from each bone that's chewed
Is spat upon the floor
And they're snatching and snarling for more
More succulent and pure
Fresh blood for the body politic
Come to the party
Who'll pour?

                                By Phil Roberts
Silent and incomprehensable
Unestablished justification
And inconsistant affection

These are the toils that weigh
Upon the heart of my silent,
Beautiful, graceful,
Lovely lamb

And its all my fault
And i can express no greater emotion
Than greif toward such ill occasion
And love
Toward my perfect lamb
Its all my fault, she is perfect and i am inconsistantly lovable
 Feb 2016 Annie McLaughlin
Torin
500
 Feb 2016 Annie McLaughlin
Torin
500
That feeling when you write 500 poems
In three months time

I think

Am I just writing because I want to be heard
Or do I really have something to say

Or both

Its probably both
Still doesn't mean I don't have something to say

Something that matters

Something to make you feel a certain way
Something that makes a sad man see he'll be okay

Something

That can mean anything
To anyone at all
Not as much a poem as an observation, I have only been on HP for a little over 3 months, but have posted over 500 new originals. I always have so many thoughts in my mind, but even that surprised me.
 Feb 2016 Annie McLaughlin
Torin
I was a child
I was a raving maniac
A raging lunatic
A prophet
Who saw god in all the symbols
And the symbols in everything
I made connections to the plants and the soil
The moon and the stars
To the times I read your mind
Knew the deeper meaning
Or just what was implied

I was a child
A selfless lover
A bitter fool
A dreamer
Who looked forward to every new day
I didn't know
I couldn't grow wings and learn to fly
I knew I could
My heart was pure
My love was innocent

My world was a vibrant dream
Full of wonder and opportunity
And color
And love
I didn't want to believe in pain
I couldn't
I was a child
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