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 Jul 2014 Poetry by MAN
Poetic T
We should run, like we were afraid
But run to the ends of the streets
Scream out loud I am free,
We may not be
Tomorrow,
Yesterday,
Next week,
But today,
Today we scream out we are free
From those that wish to put us
In the dirt
To put there boot upon are mouths.
Today we are free from
Hatred,
Religion,
Colour,
Today the world is free.
It may not be tomorrow,
But it is everyone's right to be free,
So run to the end of your street
Shout out I am free,
And let the world listen
Freedom is not to be taken by
others its
Mine
Yours
There right, freedom for a day
A life time not to be taken away..
I don't want to be in love with someone who doesn't know I exist
I don't want to be in love with someone who can't love me
*But mostly,
I don't want to be in love with someone who will use me like air, treat me like nothing, and throw me away like trash
Love is so complicated
I wonder if anyone will actually see me. The real me. The serious me. The weird me. The rude me. The nice me. The me that everyone says that's beautiful apparently. I wonder if anyone will see through that fake me thing I use everyday. The fake me where I don't know what to say, the one that's always quiet because of what she thinks inside, the one that never really shares her opinions or feelings to the world when she wishes she could,  the one that hides because of the fear of being judged.
I wonder if anyone saw through my fake me. But I'm sure no one did. Otherwise I probably wouldn't hate me.
The me's in my life...
 Jul 2014 Poetry by MAN
Poetic T
Fire burns bright
Protest, with out
Speech,
Flames can be seen
By all, the message
Was heard through
The screams of the
Fallen said more than
Any word.
Some people make the ultimate sacrifice to be heard
I am a cyberwoman
Delete, delete, delete.
It's true, I do remove
The too, too much.
I rearrange, and chop, and change,
I know that you will always read
The sigh between the lines,
And maybe you, too have things that you have written,
then hidden away.
Maybe, you, too, are frightened of
The neversaid, the ever left unread.
Do you delete too, otherpoets?
Two roads
One a neverendding cycle
The other leads to a dead end
I'm lost
And this map isn't making sense
My crying isn't helping
Neither is the rain
Why does a broken heart bring about so much pain?
Which road do I take?
Should I turn around?
Is this just a mistake?
No
Turning around is just worse
**** it
I'll take the dead end
The tears are still falling
But I am now smiling
Life is but a road that ends
I just want to have fun before it says "DEAD END"
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