In my lifetime
America will see
The end of its prosperity

And isn't everything
Just going along great

One day
I'll be eating canned foods

Underground facilities
Being built throughout the country

I see a hard time coming
For this country

We won't just continue on

Our debt crisis
Not solvable

I'm saying
To all you young Americans
On facebook
And instagram

Have you ever faced a hard time

I have a feeling
A hard time is coming to this country

No one that I know
Really wants to talk about it though
Just business as usual

Oh look, the game is on
Turn on the tube

We will always prosper here
Right?

There will always be
An endless supply of food
In our markets

War
Man has always been at war
And I think there could be
Another great war

This human race
A primitive race
Hasn't changed much over time

~~
Let the boy go
underneath the open sky
Let him to find his way
it may be soft or hard, bend or straight

Let him play
with grasshoppers, butterflies who are made his springtime
where dreams rolling on the horizon
That only brushing those images

Let him know
about the books and stars, tell about the lost star
about the tragedy of his ancestor,
even tell about friends or foes

Let him realize
The history of the civilization
what is right or wrong,
how knowledge grew the pen strong!

Let him feel
The beauty and spines of roses,
The freedom of choice where the mind mates
at the estuary of sea  

Let him love
The  birds, animals, people  
And only a girl where he makes
the next dreams of life

One day he will know
His existence within the nature
Envision the existence of universe
And write a poetry about the future of mankind

So Let the boy go

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

From one teenager to the world
I'd just like to say
We're not all caught up
In violence and hatred.
From one teenager, with one small voice
I'd like to shout
To let you know that
We're not all careless, or reckless.
From a single body out of the billions
I'd like to show you
That we're not all ignorant
Or small minded, unwilling to learn.

From me
I'd like to ask you
Open your eyes to us all
Not just the bad in the media.
From me
I'd like to prove to you,
We do appreciate you, we do need you
But you've made it hard for us all to communicate.
From me
I'd like to suggest
It isn't just us, it isn't just you
So why can't we all just let it be and stop being prejudice with age?

I'm very different from your typical starryeyed girl


I'm emotional
Very emotional
I often worry that I feel too deeply

And that this quality can devastatingly challenge my happiness

You see when you feel too much
You say too much
You think too much

And you are never given a break.

I wanted another night in the skyline of neon angles, listening to their buzzing and soft humming tunes, the scent of humanity permeating in the air

I wanted to become a coyote, to roam to desolate futures of shattered selves, and despaired youths

To sink my skin in the red clay earth, to grow my leaves to highest reaches of the cosmos, touching the stars with my withered green

To become the darkness of a forgotten structure, to observe the hollow masses that walk around, to become serene in the fire on horizons

I wanted to become songs of forgotten happiness, to take my leave to pools of sorrow, and seep away my mind to the tales of heroics

I wanted to take solemn steps in old Venice, to become the whispering finch among the waters, and sing away what life I used to know

To shed away God's black tears, and jump from the edges of your senses, to the oceans of sand that lay beneath

To run my body through fields of orchids, to feel the wonder of solidarity, to become the scent around in this earth

To scream from the tops of fallen titans, to lay my body to rest on their shoulders, and for a moment feel like one of them

To be Alpha & Omega, to be the riverbed that supports the waters of life, to understand the minds that lay in these rocks

I wanted

you are red lipstick stains on white wine glasses
and the pale blue smoke
of a cigarette

the hot tang of fruit perfume
and sticky, sloppy kisses

graph paper, ballpoint pens, coffee with milk,
Christmas lights, *****, socks

you're ice cubes in hot tea and
boots in the snow and lace curtains
and most of all you're slow, uninhibited
conversations at 2am

you are laughter and candles and
I'll never be cold again

and your eyes aren't quite one color
and they aren't quite another
but they sure are lively
and they sure are bright

I want you and a pile of blankets and
a rhythm of raindrops on the roof

and we'll pretend to hate domesticity
while we cook food together and
work on chemistry

well, I've spent a long time hating
myself and a lot of time trying to fix
what I now know wasn't broken

but when I've got the soft dizziness
of an alcohol stupor and a handful
of your hair and you tell me I feel
"right," it's easy to forget that I was
ever so sad

It's easier to breathe.

Baby boo
Why do you have to go

You are a sweat cat
I dont want you to go
You are so young

But you dont even know
What's going on

You are a very special cat
And I'm glad I gave you home

If I could I would take the cancer

But when you do go please
Tell you brother pumpkin
I said hi and that I love him
At least you'll be together again