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WE
WE are the predators,
WE rip OUR prey to shreds.
WE are on Land,
WE are in Space,
WE are in the Sea.

WE are everywhere,
yet WE are nothing.
WE are small,
WE are weak,
WE are fearful.

WE know compassion,
yet WE do not show it.
WE are kind,
WE are polite,
but WE are cruel.

WE are disloyal to OUR own gift,
WE love to hate and hate to love.
WE are relentless.
WE are greedy.
WE are Human.
Not the whole human race are bad. But the amount of destruction we have done to our own planet and it's life upsets me. Some of us care, but most do not, and this is disheartening.
I've never had a girlfriend,
never had a job,
Never had a home to call my own,
Never been to the pub.

I have friends,
I have an education,
I have shelter,
I am healthy.

I've never been famous,
never been popular,
never been wealthy,
never drove a car.

I have time to myself,
I know who I can trust,
money means more to me,
I am fitter.

Yes, there are negatives in life.
But positives are there as well.
They may not be as clear.
But if you search, you will find.
My father was a great person.
Tall, thin and strong.
He thought before acting,
He knew his right from wrong.

He was a man of very few words.

He was a mysterious person,
always hiding away.
He and my mother were never in the same room together
I though this was weird until last May.

Something was about to change.

It was time for bed,
and I was almost asleep.
My father crept in to my room while I was under my covers,
He told me a secret that I won't forget in this life or other.

"Your father left me a while ago...
and I am your mother."
The sun dials,
The seas soar,
The wind turbines,
The dirt tracks.

The door steps and frames,
The bin bags,
The frame rates,
The saw mills.

The pea nuts,
The crisp packets,
The chocolate bars,
The apple crumbles
Feeling crushed,
forced to be what society wants me to be.
Posters show something I should be.

Not healthy enough,
Not fat enough,
Can't win,
never how someone wants me to be.

I am placed alone or with others
but am always different in some way.
In the end,
Society will eat me anyway.

I wish I could say how I feel,
but I cannot...

I am a burger.
I am Anger.
My soul is a storm,
a tsunami of rage.
My mind is blank.
My eyes are black.
The heart is a bomb
ready to explode.

I am Sadness.
My soul is a lake,
a large pond of stillness.
My mind is busy.
My eyes are blue.
The heart is an empty bottle
ready to break.

I am Fear.
My soul is the night,
a ghoul of darkness.
My mind is everlasting
My eyes are there, yet hollow.
The heart is the earth
crumbling under me.

I am Happiness.
My soul is the sun,
a ball of fortune.
My mind is free
My eyes are bright.
The heart is a drum
beating to the sound of my laughter.

I am love.
My soul is flower,
a plant in blossom.
My mind is racing
Eyes are distant.
The heart is a jewel
shining through my skin.

I am Emotion.
My soul is the universe,
a vast opening of many things.
My mind is awake
My eyes are full.
The heart is a meteor
ready to change it's direction.
A poem to signify the way I feel I can express my feelings.
Her eyes speak kind words,
words of love and passion.
Her lips, peach pink, stay shut,
I only listen to her eyes.

The windows are open,
a beautiful scenery can be seen.
A soul behind the windows.
A soul seemingly made of dreams.

Her body is not slim.
Her face without make-up.
She may not be amazing to you,
but to me,
she is perfection.
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