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 Mar 2015 Dylan
S
Is it just me?
 Mar 2015 Dylan
S
Is it just me?
Or do you feel it to?
That pain in the stomach,
That worsens through and through.

Is it just me?
Or is the world becoming black,
People being disregarded,
As others take up slack.

Is it just me?
Or is the earth now shaking,
From a force that is evil,
That only humans are making.

Is it just me?
Or is the world truly blue,
Not a figment of imagination,
But rather a color and a hue.

Is it just me?
Or is a breath becoming harder,
Taking in more air,
But going no farther.

Is it just me?
Or is a happy world now sad,
A world once filled with hope,
With good now turned bad.

Is it just me?
Or is the world truly changed,
It's not what it was,
And it is no longer famed.

If it's just me,
Then I guess good for you all,
Meaning that the world is more positive than I see,
Characteristics and all.

But if you see it too,
As I think you would,
Remember in this time to do all that you can,
And all that you should.

Perhaps with cooperation in mind,
We may be able to change,
This world that is no longer normal,
But is now the epitome of strange.
The world has many issues and societal problems and norms, such as conformity or stereotypes, sadly define much of our lives. There really isn't much freedom in a world like this and that, I would think, is rather strange. I know this was longer than usual but thanks for reading!
 Mar 2015 Dylan
silas
who knew
that one simple word
'goodbye'
could burn cities?
cities, at least in my mind

= = =

for no one in particular
 Mar 2015 Dylan
HendrixG
She hides behind her eyes
withered and tampered
tempered i am, she needs
to be pampered, help i give
but she won't receive, see
i want to help her, so she
doesn't have to grieve ....

— The End —