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We promise this and give you that
The rest of it we keep
While deep inside we belly laugh
At a people so naive  

We say we care, what's fair is fair
Without skipping a beat
To tell the truth, we'll cook your goose
Then take away the meat

Behind your backs we hide that
Facts are rarely given
Fill your needs and say it's free
God bless socialism  

Never you mind the long lines
Just for toilet paper
We'll pat your hand say we understand
As we give your stuff to the neighbors

For safety's sake your guns we'll take
To cut down on surprises
Just in case you don't like the way
We deal with this crisis

So sit back relax, we've got this
We've made it our life mission
Problem solved, bend over and cough
God bless socialism
 Nov 2018 Lorraine day
Madeysin
I’ve tripped over every accessible hallway, trying to stop myself from falling in love with you.
Behind each skull
there is a section of silence
Our mind will linger
to this abstruse realm
A poet's words
are derived from such a void
An addict's thoughts
will loose themselves in this vacuity
A corner constantly in the back of our head,
a room for our subconscious to dwell
But when it's blatantly before me,
I find myself blurryfaced by the obstructed view
The silence can become violent
because when I think is when the voices come out
I let myself ponder for too long
until I can no longer tell what's inside of me
But maybe during this time where I can think,
I can use the silence to my advantage
Perhaps it's possible to take captive these thoughts,
to un-slash my O's and dash my E's
Could it be possible to cut ties with the quiet
if I make it through?
Thinking too much is what causes us to go from doing okay to not, but once you're in that state where your life is kinda sideways, you must fight your way out by stepping across that bridge of thought. Your fight will look different from mine, but know that I'm going through the same battle. The silence, these doubts, fears, and just dark thoughts you don't know where they come from, it might still be there in the back of your head, but things will get better as long as you keep fighting to polarize your mind :)
I look back
at what I've
written, and
I realize I'm
not that fine.
Do you ever
squint your
eyes then
finally realize
you're life's a
little not right?
I'm driving
inside my mind,
and I'm driving
kinda sideways.
A runaway, but
I don't feel free.
I'm swerving
over the yellow
lines. Give me
a chance to
speak my mind.
I know you are
worried, for me
and what I
find. But I
promise you
that I'll come
home sometime.
I've used yellow before to represent encouragement and hope. The illustration of driving over the yellow lines is suppose to represent how I waver on accepting the help people offer and trusting them with my emotions, and even accepting joy
Climb down
No, sympathy is not enough right now
How could you sleep?
I hope you're dead, yourself
If you'll only show up
Once we're done breathing
I don't want this to come across as mean. Although I hope these words convey urgency. There are so many, Sleepers, who ignore the problems in this world and the troubles happening in people's lives, the Heavers. They're barely hanging on. We need to be there for them, to cover them with our love and to offer our aid in fighting their battle. Otherwise, you better be wearing a mask, pretending to be okay when you truly dwell in darkness. For the Sleepers, wake up. Join this battle
We are far more dangerous
than we were as kids.
The monsters under my bed
seem silly compared to
what's in my head.
It's culture's fault,
though it forbids.
You think you teach us pefectly,
the professional way.
Yet we're corrupted enough to use
shoe laces and razor blades.
Our culture's so corrupted, because we're able to use these simple, harmless, good things to destroy our world and ultimately **** ourselves.
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