The land of the free and home of the brave,
Nothing but a pathetic attempt at humane priority.
America is a sad attempt of Patriotism and Rationality
Our Government is a fatuous ill-minded joke.
Mr. President you are the political icon that sums up this idiotic unsystematic society.
In all serious this country is a disgrace to the pledge of allegiance "Under God, Indivisible, With Liberty and Justice for All."
Reality is that isn't how it is at all,
If it was Liberty and Justice for all things would be different, not ignorant
I do not stand for the pledge thinking the same as my peers..

I pledge my allegiance to same *** couple getting married without hesitation of the system raining down on them, it's like humans are afraid of there own anatomy who cares if a man loves another man they're happy

I pledge my allegiance to Faith and Spirituality, there should be no fear with God, there should be no hate in Allah, there should be no judgement to any.

To ****** with teeth that shine, lips that curl a welcome mat spread across the slim grin they portray, Mr. President should have had you put away a long time ago.
You are not welcome here..

It's not even just the President, its us as a society terrorizing one another for committing acts that we are supposed to be able to do freely.

I am disappointed in our Country,
There are places around the world that have half of we have
Yet still seeming to know what the concept of working together means
Better than we do, and we have the audacity to call ourselves the
Home of the brave, and the land of the free.

Our lives are battle fields
Egressing from the womb with war paint on our faces
Soldiers live there life to fight not flight
Yet, some of us are not strong enough
We are weaker than the rest,
Carrying paper wrists and our weapons filled with blade edged bullets
Looking for an identity

We our the unknown warriors
Sulking upon tarnished territories
We will sleep in guilt ridden graves,
Apologizing to our mothers and our fathers for not wanting to fight anymore

They'll weep and beg the heavens to send you back
But you're an angel now
There is no reason for war,
There is no reason to be sad anymore

Keep savior to your paper wrist
Keeping savior in your heavenly spirit as well
It's so easy to become lost in time that you can't even bare the thought of going back

It's so comforting to be a coward, to just stop fighting.

Dear Grandfather,
You are missed more than a thousand Chinese lanterns,
but I know you are not lost, nor are you off track,
I'm sure you float among the stars
sipping sweet red wine on mars
& play cards on the dark side of the moon

I still hope that one day God will grant you with furlough
to escape the bony handed captivity of reapers,
so that you can sit next to your loved ones,
and we can have coffee party's at 6 am
and ice cream socials at 9

I'd apologize for weeping even when you told me not too,

I'll always remember that you are the diamond glints on the snow,
and that you don't sleep so we can watch king of the hill and HBO all night long

and when your furlough is over
I'll know that when I wake up the next the day that you did not die,
I'll just call it going on vacation,
I've always wanted to go to space,
and one day I will see you there,
and we can surf meteors or make memories in the constellations.

but over all I'll always think of you when it rains,
and I'll try my best not cry when I visit your grave.

Always know I love you,
You're Granddaughter,
Emily.

I want to be a poet
I want to paint pictures in people minds
Use my fingers as paintbrushes
The palm of my hand my canvas
I want to be able to trace my words with utensils of artistry
Make tedious muddled letters become beautiful pieces that tumble off the tongue with ease and elegance
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I've always wanted to be a poet
Ever since I was younger I would create stories
Let me make a memory of when I was just a little girl toppling over piles of crispy brass leaves that daddy raked in piles
Dancing in the rain as it melted my insecurities away from my expanded existence
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My mother told me I would make a good poet
Look at my master piece mommy
I used to place words upon words telling you that I loved you as much as down comforter kittens or saying you reminded me of pollen covered petals that disembark on my rose flushed cheeks
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Look mommy I finally wrote you a poem
But you can't read it because I don't need to to hear the wrath of your rage
Terrifying roars flying out of your mouth as if I'm being being pushed off a rocky edge free falling from sandy ridges and broken dreams
Fretting that you'll take it the wrong way but sometimes the wrong way is the right way to make it your way.

But mommy I've decided I am a poet,
my fingers my paintbrush& palms are my canvas.

I open my eyes trying to find a new reality
Waking up one morning and to you not being home
Closet stripped and decorative picture frames that presented us a family were gone
Getting up to a broken home felt more like an invitation to being secluded from everything I once knew
There was no more dinners with mom,
No more cooperation
No more family
No more happiness

So I close my eyes tightly, huddling in warm blankets not thinking about the frigid November air seeping through my white chipped window pane


1 year, 4 months since you left

It feels like just yesterday
The cooking channel is on t.v,
you had just finished making dinner,
You're sitting in dads lap, and he combs your strawberry hair as if he's handling a queen,

--but--

You were a queen who got you were knocked off your throne,

I miss being with you
I miss being able to come home a smell the scent of your perfume
I crave your warm hugs and simple texts telling me to wash the dishes even though I ******* hate washing the dishes

I miss you
Even though you've been gone for officially 1 year and 4 months  
I still wake up every morning hoping you'll be there
Looking for all your clothes in the closet
Hoping the pictures of us will be hanging on the walls

I wish it was November 15th again

Just maybe if I could turn back time I could've saved this broken home
But it's too late now, you're gone and I'm now stuck looking for my new reality.

About 4 years ago you both looked me in the eyes and told me you'd never get a divorce.

About 3 years later, it happened

You told her that you weren't happy, she cried you cried, done.

One doesn't just... Stop loving someone after 22 years of being together

The bond that you two had between your love was everlasting

I remember how you would brush her hair and she would cuddle up against your husky figure

I miss hearing you say "I love you," to someone besides me

I miss coming home to a family

I don't miss the broken home, which belongs to the now broken family

I don't go home much, why go home when there isn't anything waiting.

You left to live in New Hampshire with your best friend of 26 years.

I stayed with Dad.

I miss you,

The other day I found a picture, of you feeding her the glossy white wedding cake

Her neon blue eyes looked up at yours

You were grinning, you were both so, in love.

What happened?

I don't know

Just tell me,

I don't know,

Please...

I did it for you guys.

What the ****.

I didn't ask for this.

At first, I told you it didn't bother me.

Probably because, it didn't.

I couldn't wait for her to leave.

But now, I just want my mother.

I want my mother, and my father.

I want to know that you two sleep in the same room

I want to know that you love each other

I want to know that this won't happen again

Even though, it's too late now.

You're there.

You're here.

I'm stuck in the middle.

And I'm not happy.

You promised.