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Grace Anderson Jul 2012
In a generation where few are brave,
why must you sit alone in your cave?
You have your television.
You don't make a single decision,
the media controls your opinion.
You are just their minion.

Does nothing bother you?
Or do you just not know what to do?
Except sit on your Lazy Boy throne
and grovel with pained moans.
You want to change it,
but you don't want to commit.
Can't you see it will never be fixed?
963 · Jul 2012
Maybe Someday
Grace Anderson Jul 2012
Maybe someday
there will be a way
Pain will be forgotten,
The Wicked Queen's poison apple will rotten.
Life will merrily carry on.
Tears will be gone,
as if we live in a fairytale.
Every inhale will be followed with an exhale.
There will be no suicide;
the dead girl will live to be a bride.
Everyone can go and life in their dream castle
without any facile.
Changing the world is something that together we can do,
because chances like these are few.
Together as a population,
happiness can bloom like a carnation.
The pedals will spread
as if they were sewn with the perfect thread.
We can all reach for the stars,
to fade the scars.
939 · Jul 2012
Grown Up
Grace Anderson Jul 2012
She grew up in a land of bliss
where nothing could go wrong.
She protected herself with a night light and a parent's kiss,
she thought she was so very strong.
She read poems and books and wrote all day,
She filled her head with knowledge.
She charmed people in her own special way.
Her dream was to go to college.
One day everything ended,
she realized she grew up.
Many hurt feelings were left un-mended.
She was no longer a young pup.
Nothing turned out the way it was intended.
She wondered to herself,
"Is this really maturity?"
Her feelings were always left on a shelf.
"Why is everyone in such a hurry?"
Then she realized with distinct clarity,
The monsters were not in the closet or under the bed,
She had been fooled and had never expected this reality,
Actually all of the scary monsters were in her head.
After that things were tough,
Life turned upside down.
She had realized that life was rough.
It was hard trying not to drown.
Hope seem lost.
She lost faith in her fairytales.
"Safety" was found at such high a cost.
Her grades went from straight A's to fails.
She went into drugs.
She got mixed up with the wrong people.
She hung out with the thugs.
Her attempts at escape from this life were feeble.
She got so lost, she tried suicide.
Help seemed hard to find,
Scars no longer seemed to hide.
Then one day someone was truly kind.
He seemed to be from a fairytale, a Prince Charming if you will.
He had such an understanding heart.
He too was quite ill.
Together they found a fresh start.
The sun seemed brighter if they were together,
The road was still dark some days.
Their names were bonded forever,
Life was new in so many ways.
She began to pass again,
Teachers noticed her improvement,
They recognized her reconnection with her skill of pen.
Her story had begun a movement.
She turned her struggles into a book,
It was read far and wide.
Many people took a look.
For once, in many years she had pride.
Her marks continued to get better,
Many colleges wanted her.
She had been released from her fetter.
Although, she knew her past would never be a blur.
Finally, she had become strong.
She realized not everyone gets a fairytale ending.
She dedicated her life to help others carry on.
As for her Prince Charming?
He made it too.
They got married and continued to inspire others.
It turned put his heart really was true.
Their lives were filled with many bold and beautiful colors.
816 · Jul 2012
Ballad of the Fly
Grace Anderson Jul 2012
I am the lone fly.
Everyone swats me away,
But I am still here.

No one can catch me.
I just fly around your thoughts,
I should disappear.

I have wings to fly.
I land on your brain to stay,
You try to catch me.

It won't work at all,
I just want to be loved,
But I annoy you.

Just keep swatting me,
Eventually I'll leave,
I won't say good bye.
462 · Jul 2012
Please Stop Saying
Grace Anderson Jul 2012
Your hands are shaking,
Her heart is racing,
His earth is quaking,
We are all breaking.

Please stop saying
That we're going to be okay.
I just don't know how to keep facing
the problem at hand.

Please stop saying
That it's going to be alright.
It won't be, at least not tonight.
This is more than just a fight.

Please stop saying
that they're feeding us lies!
We can see that they are
with our own two eyes.
394 · Jul 2012
Untitled
Grace Anderson Jul 2012
A soul without a body,
floating through the air.

A bird without wings,
broken beyond repair.

A fish without water,
fighting for its air.

A sky without a sun,
causing nothing but despair.

A life without happiness,
nothing but unfair.

— The End —