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 Oct 2015 Shysta
Jon Gilbert
I do not want to write
a perfect poem.
I do want to express
my feelings and ideas.

My perfect poem would be
thoughtful and sensitive.

My perfect poem would be
bold and exciting.

My perfect poem would express
my feelings and ideas.

I do not want to write with
perfect form.
I do want to write
a perfect poem.
I really think
that it is just a sin.
That when there is trouble
The Big Boys join in.

They all come across
saying that they'll make a change
and then somebodys World
they will then rearange.

The US and Russia
along with us Brits
don't want it that way
so we blow it to bits.

We give guns to him,
supply arms to another.
Then we sit back and watch
as Brother kills Brother.

Who are we to guide?
Who are we to preach.
When we cling on to their assets
like a blood ******* leach.

We should leave others alone
till our own house is done,
yet we watch as our schools
become run by the gun.

Where now it's the norm
to be shot as we learn,
just as long as big commerce
is able to earn.

Those who should know better
don't know how to behave
Happy to see
another Child in a Grave.

So you Big Boys go elsewhere
because it's well known
that if you come to play
you come armed with a Drone.

While you're sitting back
comfy in your armchair.
You can relentlessly ****
from a place that's not there.

Then when you pull the plug
and remove your devices
we are faced with a problem
of people making bad choices.

We have made problems worse!
We have let people down
and when we get a world crisis
we'll react with a frown.

We don't want them here.
They cannot go there.
A whole host of humanity
who is welcome Nowhere.

We created this problem!
We created this way.
So in the future
keep The Big Boys away.
3rd October 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
 Oct 2015 Shysta
Taylor Gorman
You cry as the blade slides across your
skin.

Your heart aches, you feel lost, you feel
alone, you‘re drowning.

You can see everyone around you
breathing.

This feeling of pain, of sorrow, of self—
hatred, its an agonizing pain.

I know how you feel, I feel it too.

My smile is fake, my heart is gone, I feel
like there‘s nothing left.

I'm tired of feeling this way, I know you
are too.

But I'm holding on, Im staying strong, I
need you to listen when I say, you can
make it through this.

Please don't cry
you may be broken but you‘re still
alive.

Just keep moving on, put down that
knife.

Hide the bottle live your life. You are
worth something, I am too.

I'm here to help.. don't push me away
don't be afraid sooner or later your
scars will fade.

Life will get better, this is just the
beginning.

So lift your head up and look at the
sky.. reach for the stars don't say
goodbye.
A poem about self harm
 Oct 2015 Shysta
Losien Mayor
how do i
figure out
things that
have gone astray

how do i
filter out
the good
from the
decayed

and how do i
get out
from the
shackles
of yesterday

dear oh dear
how do i
breathe
without hearing
your name

tell me, tell me
how do i
how do i
make you want
to stay?
 Oct 2015 Shysta
A Thomas Hawkins
and in a single look
   with no words spoken
     more was said
         than in an eternity of conversation
            and whispered proclamations
 Oct 2015 Shysta
hellopoet
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○●
don't
dry my
tears; let
them free
to flow and
seek wherev-
er it is they go,
these cheeks
are touched
once more

○●○○●
°•°
 Sep 2015 Shysta
caroline
ever since you left, it all feels different.
the stars are just stars. the wind just wind.
along with the moon, and sunsets, the ripples in the water, and everything in between.
without you everything is just as it was before and i don't feel like writing about them anymore.
 Sep 2015 Shysta
ajit peter
A moment of silence and a candle to light

Memories in the heart glow so bright

A day to honor the Life Lost

Only tears to bear the cost

 

Soldiers of life for dream to fight

Laid shattered in vengeance might

Neither a gun nor a knife they held

Dreams and Love lay dead

 

Out of vengeance a damage done

Could time be turned to make it gone?

In the rumble the deaths pain to hear

Echoes still with loved ones near

 

If ideology gives a right to ****

The earth's grave will fill

If ever a promise to be made

To honor the innocent life's laid

 

From every heart a love to share

With every hand a gesture to care

In every heart a candle to light

Love and care our weapons to fight.
Tribute to those who lost their life on 9 11
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