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 Sep 2013 Lizabeth
Erica Winter
Your soft eyes were inviting
Filled with hunger and wanting
The scorn and hurt still visible underneath
I never knew her name or how she hurt you
I intended to cauterize your open wounds
The patience I believed was infinite
Slowly spoiled into apathy
I'm truly sorry I couldn't be better
I pledged allegiance to a flag
when I was Five years old
Followed instructions from the scroll
and did what I was I told
The world grew colder, I grew older
watched the mystery unfold
While most sit back and relax
I'm cracking the codes...

We're set up from get up
to end up wet up, debt up
in the streets or overseas
We die for red, blue or green
I'll silence your whole crowd
while you feed the machine
creating order out of chaos
as we slipped through the seams
I pledge Allegiance.

To a flag that is corrupt and unjust
where the people have grown combatant
and they're starting to fuss
coming after a generation
that boycotted buses
when your flag no longer fly's
tell me who will you trust?
I pledge Allegiance...

Trust in GOD and save yourself
or save your money and build your wealth
work yourself to death
beware of the debt
cause debt equals slavery
like V stands Vendetta
everybody pack Beretta's
but a war wont make it better
they use HAARP to pattern weather.
I pledged Allegiance..

to A country that was built
on the backs of slaves
and they're still around today
but making minimum wage
for billionaire CEO's getting six figure raises
that lobby to politicians who hold the same standard
You're only qualified to hang if you graduate from Stanford
or any ivy league or university
cause if you haven't then to them
you just don't have the answer
like can that baby being aborted
develop a cure for Cancer?


Plug into the socket and grip like a *****
or turn on your own kind
like Adolf did the Jews
I pledged allegiance to a flag
that brought over ****'s
and votes a puppet in office
and calls it Democracy.
I pledge Allegiance!
- Sean A. Tyson
her light fingers
shall not get away
with this one
There's no light at the end of the tunnel
just the train coming fast on the track
there's no hope in my heart
and no star in my start,
because she said,
she's not coming back.
 Sep 2013 Lizabeth
Hana Gabrielle
sometimes
the right words
don't seem long enough
like the space I have to fill
in this universe
isn't quite the right fit
but I'm far too stubborn to quit
simplistic
my cerebral prescense
is elastic
 Sep 2013 Lizabeth
Hayley LaTour
bold** Fires ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate, shout.

Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade, stays by my side,
Because all hope inside has died.

As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The devil toys, with all my flaws,
I'm helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child, he must address.

I'm tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame,
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the Devil, in blood must I seal.

They'll say I died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they've lied,
It wasn't a rope, a blade, or pills,
That broke my soul, and gave me chills.

I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not **** what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.

In darkness I wait, in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown,
I beckon the devil, with the key of self-harm,
And I open the door for him, with the blood of my arm
I sat there when the world was done,
Just as I had when it had just begun.
A pin drop now and then,
A pin drop here and there;
A pin drop can be heard from on my list'ning chair.

I heard them coming for him then;
An angry king and forty-thousand men.
I poised and reached to warn,
But nothing I declared.
If only mine was more than just a list'ning chair.

I've overheard the mighty fall,
And some may say that I have heard it all.
But nothing I have said;
At nothing I have stared--
No room for speech or sight atop my list'ning chair.

No creature have I touched,
No feeling have I shared--
No room for anything but sound atop my chair.
A thought about infinite knowledge with finite and very limited power.
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