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 Apr 2015 Anne-L
Smiles
You Made Me
 Apr 2015 Anne-L
Smiles
The cruelty of few have made me who I am
A monster amongst you
A goat amongst lamb
You may blame me; to that I say fine
But every great creature needs his Doctor Frankenstein
People can create monsters out of the people  they hurt. If you're told you're stupid every day of your life you will believe you are stupid. If you're told you're a monster because you hurt yourself and attempt suicide and have an illness you start to believe that too...
 Apr 2015 Anne-L
Donna Bella
I felt pretty empty
All I see is white walls
Noises from laughing children
Annoyance from sadist adults
Tension from everyone around
An emptiness that could not be described
A defeat that I felt happened
The road is short
But I'll roam in the woods and find another way
The road is short
But I'll turn back around and find the exit before
The road is short
But baby I'm not giving up
The road is short
But I have to go farther
When I write, my words just flow out. But behind each poem is a meaning of what I'm feeling at the present moment. Be lovely! Be you!
-d.Bella
 Apr 2015 Anne-L
Adam Childs
The beautiful majestic mammals walk
Warmly with the perfection of family
As mother  and father walk  glowing  
With a melting pride as their little one's
Gather around their feet
As they possess the greatest and
Largest hearts that float across this land
Grand parents follow close behind as they all
Live within the strength of a united family

The parents and grand parents 
Great forests within themselves as their babies
Nestle against their solid legs like tree trunks
And shelter under huge protective bodies
Tuck under huge attentive ears
Blankets of listening love

All elephants know their priorities
As the well groomed predators
Who would desire to split are    
Powerless against the energy of family
As great lions can only watch them
Softly pass through  
Each elephant resembling a castle
As predators slam against  
Huge thick grey walls of giant
Structures as there is no way in
Each castle bonded to each other
With the strongest and greatest gravitational love
As they create an impenetrable Kingdom

They are wild but can be obliging as they
Sometimes assist humans who like to carry
Their little kings and queens on their back
The little ones which need to be loved and looked after
They move together like a mobile mountain
As they pass through the savanna but each
Member knows the importance of getting
Out there to find food and water for
Ones they all  love so very much
As they travel far and wide
Doing whatever it takes

Great paralyzing problems shrink
Within the force of family
As they lift large logs above their
Head to demonstrate to the world
Its obstacles are nothing against
Strength of family love in forward motion
Like money problems that scare those
Outside , are just smashed
Down like pathetic little twigs .

There is so much we can learn
From these giant family kingdoms
As they travel through from one generation to
The next
Softly and lovingly passing through
 Apr 2015 Anne-L
Laura Withers
Can it be
I'm the only one left?
The rest of humanity seems to have gone to shame.

I'm not even sure they are human,
I don't even think they are sane.

The rest of the Humans are gone.
I am only left.
Yet to be replaced by a race,
of hate and greed.
Where everyone covets and wants what others have.

So now I wait,
to be replaced.
By one of these
Aliens.
The world representation. Just remember this and return a simple act of kindness today. You could be saving the Human Race.
 Apr 2015 Anne-L
degzvdg
Condemned
 Apr 2015 Anne-L
degzvdg
Every day, these walks get longer.
Every hour, these hands, they tremble.
Every minute, these eyes get weary.
Every second, this existence is fading.

As light approaches this darkened room,
We are shrouded in to the fog of melancholy.
Devoured by misery, consumed by life,
Slowly and slowly we burn into nothingness.

These gaps exist with the soul of our hearts.
The void of joylessness approaches.
All these *** that emotions can’t afford,
Our tears are kept in a jar.

What sick, ****** contagious lives we have.
We are fools to the repetitious cycle of despair.
We continue to gaze at the fields of the condemned.

How about a cigarette for us to breathe?
But let us quench into the foolishness of life.
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