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Mama should I trust the Government?
Men in charge,
With suits and ties.
Mama, do they know whats best?
or are they selling
pre-packed lies.
Mama should i get a job?
sell my soul
to the money train.
Mama is it true in fact?
man can't live
of soil and rain?
Mama why do i feel sad?
kept cramped within
the city walls.
Mama how do i go on?
When all arounds me
crumbles, falls.
 May 2016 Kaitlin Schiltz
Stephan
.

*If I were a poem
I’d ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes

And when you find me later,
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces,
don’t worry about it,
I was already like that
I have been notified that this poem was plagiarized and posted on Poetfreak by someone using the name Blurry Face. I can assure you, this is my poem.
 Dec 2015 Kaitlin Schiltz
shion
I'm neither arrogant enough to believe
there is nothing out there that may be beyond my
ability to comprehend that works against
or even manipulate phsyical law
Nor
am I self-centered enough to think that
if one being did  create everything in the entire universe ever
he'd give a flying a **** what i do on Sundays,
what i eat on Fridays.

Either God can do nothing to stop
catastrophes, or he doesn't care to,
or he doesn't exist.
He is either impotent, evil, or imaginary.
Take your pick and choose wisely
This is the Agnostics Anthem
The Church stole God and asked a ransom
Atheists are too ******* sure for me
So I guess when we’re dead then we’ll finally see
 Dec 2015 Kaitlin Schiltz
Sjr1000
How's your life?
How's your wife?
How's your stress?
How's your strife?

Made any progress yet?

Going up?
Going down?
Coming back around?

I just have one question
What is it that you've found?

Strategies for living
They come and go

One minute you don't know
The next minute you do

One minute you have it all figured out-
The next minute you're filled with doubt.

It's a twisted ******* mess
we're in.

You either keep it on going
or
You step on outside trying something else

Having no answers
doesn't help
You just gotta figure it out
How
to take care of yourself.

Yikes!

Good luck!
Good luck
Good luck.

It's a *******'
life
we're living -
Don't you think?
 Dec 2015 Kaitlin Schiltz
Riot
i used to cut myself
to heal your wounds
She's very much alive
But she is dead to me
The decision wasn't mine
She wanted to be
A tombstone in my mind
A grave inside my heart
A perpetual funeral
That has no end or start
There is no wreath to set
No flowers to lay
The only place that this exists
Is buried in my wake
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