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  Nov 2015 Javier Garza
Phoenix
Everyone has pain
Troubles they hide
Things they deny

That girl
Who is hardly 16
Has a baby on the way
And hears every hateful thing you say

A boy of 17
Being pushed from his home
For reasons unknown

The girl you call emo
Has a mental disorder
And feels nothing but hate

The skinny girl
With scars on her arms
She feels all alone
In her broken home

So many problems
Everyone has something
They wish would dissapear

One thing that needs to be clear
Is we ALL have problems
We all shed tears
We all laugh
We all scream
We all whisper
We all have something in common

It's called being HUMAN
Something inevitable
So we all have problems
But we've all got loved ones
People who really care
Fellow Poets, don't let others bring you down. Whether its about your poetry, drawings, singing, sports, acting, etc., don't let them take it from you. You do you. These problems will only make you stronger. A small bump in the road of your life. Don't forget that. I promise, from one human to the next, it gets better.
Javier Garza Nov 2015
Sacred words etched in stone
These holy carvings engraved upon humanity
The burning belief leaves its mark
Division is born to bring about unity

A Dystopia disguised as an Utopia arises
Empty promises made
Retribution demanded
Damaged lives fallen in the name of "God"

Freedom shackled by the belief of hope;
To not feel alone, nations crumble
To not feel lost, millions slaughtered
To not feel weak, power is corrupted

Demons disguised as angels preach
An evil so ignorant it's innocent
A belief so strong it becomes reality
A hate so strong, that love fades away

Alas, this is the tale of a terrible poison
A poison that was once a sacred elixir
A poison that has engulfed the world
A poison so potent that not even death can cure it;
This is the poison of Religion
Javier Garza Nov 2015
Are we once more reigniting this old dance mother dear?
Will we dance amongst the lies,
Try to strike the other first with venom field whips?

Once more to the rhythm of things I see,
The old Waltz of the minds has began
Will this slow battle turn into a furious Tango?

You twirl your power over me with a wicked smirk
You believe me to be submissive, to follow your lead, to relinquish my will to live

I laugh at your ignorance, oh don't you know that I burn with a passion too?
That a poison courses through my veins
That a deep hate is imbedded into my soul?
With this rotting pain will I break free

Free of your chastising chains
Free of your hateful home
Free of your sinister smile
Free of your lie filled love

You think you're taking the lead
That I follow your steps
That to your rythm my heart beats

But you're wrong,
I plot and plan
Wait and lie
For the day which by law I'll be free
That by choice I'll leave
That by my own free will,
Do I leave this tiresome dance of hate
Javier Garza Nov 2015
They look down from their holy thrones
They pass judgement onto those that stray from the pack
To be different is to be unique
To be unique is to be a sin
And to sin is to burn

With venom filled words they whip our backs,
They strip us of our humanity
They toss us onto the wildlands
Just for being who we are,
We're nothing more than **** to them

The sacred boundaries they claim,
Have been defiled with our very existence
To love is to bring about hate
To hate is to commit suicide
And to die by our own hand,
Is just another proof of our sin of life

The robed men preach their indignity
Scream their hate
March their ignorance

Banned from a hypocritical dystopian
We're scared and traumatized
Divided and hunted down
Hurt and dying

To be a loving God, you must be Perfect
To be a holy angel, you must be free of all sins
To be human, however, you must learn to love

So now we ask you, the "holy" tyrants
If to be human, you must learn to love,
What is it that you truly are?
Perhaps, just maybe, you're the blasphemous sinners you claim us to be
If you haven't guessed it, this is a poem about "religious" people who believe that being who you are is a sin.
Javier Garza Oct 2015
There's no point in loving what kills you
There's no sense in chasing what isn't really there
There's no meaning to a life without someone who will remember you
There's no reason to keep on fighting for faded dream
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