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All I want for Christmas
is some food to eat.
Oh what a treat
to have some meat.

All I want for Christmas
is clean water to drink,
stuff that doesn't stink,
that would be cool I think.

All I want for Christmas
is the bombs to stop,
no more to drop.
That would be the top.

All I want for Christmas
is for our food to grow,
the plants we sow
now that would be a show.

All I want for Christmas
is to be free to learn.
Not to be a germ
because I want to learn.

All I want for Christmas
is some medication.
and some dedication
from the United Nation.

All I want for Christmas
is to grow up strong.
Am I so wrong
wanting to belong.

All I want for Christmas
is some equal rights
and somewhere to sleep
through the coldest nights.

All I want for Christmas
is to earn a crust.
With employers
that we can really trust.

All I want for Christmas
is a chance at life
for a man and wife
not to live in strife.

All I want for Christmas
is oh so far away
and on this day
this is what I pray.
12th Nov 2014
 Nov 2014 Psychoticries
Just Melz
I keep digging and digging and digging,
     trying to dig myself out of this hole
But it seems everything is collapsing around me
      burying me with my soul.
      This small shovel
  just doesn't seem to be enough,
     No one thought to tell me
         how life could be this rough
Now,
    I'm just getting deeper and deeper
        and deeper
    with my unwanted thoughts
This shall be my grave,
        but don't put any roses on top,
      I prefer **forget-me-nots
If I was dying
I would have no one
to call and whisper
my last words to.

How lonely.
 Nov 2014 Psychoticries
Leo
The sun is in love.
The moon is in love.
The sun comes up in the morning.
To look for his love.
The moon comes up at night.
To look for her love.
The moon has never seen the sun.
But she seems to love the sun.
The sun sees the moon every night.
Just knowing that the sun shines on her at night.
Makes her bright.

- Keirra C.
#First poem
~
      
           If
            I
        Could
         Find
           The
            Rhymes...
    Would
         You
             Be
                Mine?

~
Just wondering....
 Nov 2014 Psychoticries
Jack
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Tears for the fallen
Saddened refrains
Lasting impressions
Endless the stains

Hearts of the young
Brave in the fields
Anguish and sorrow
The pain it does yield

Proudly they fight
Quickly they fall
Not soon forgotten
The blood on the wall

Freedom the journey
Cost laced with war
Darkened decisions
Death at the door

Counted statistics
No two the same
Numbers for tracking
Somebody’s name

Wasted perception
Fear has no place
Tears for the fallen
Roll down my face
11/11/14
We remember
 Nov 2014 Psychoticries
Just Melz
When a poet doesn't know the answer
To the simplest questions
It's because their mind is so filled
With abnormal poetic revisions

When a poet doesn't know
The way to say how they feel
It's because they need to write it out
So they know the feelings are real

When a poet doesn't know
How to say I love you
It's because they haven't found a rhyme
That brings out the best in you

When a poet doesn't know what to say
Or simply how to make you feel better
They just type up some lines and rhymes
Like... "We'll get through this together"

When a poets doesn't know the answer
Or how to say what they feel
Or that they're in love with you
Or how to make you feel better still

And they don't have the words to write it all down....
That poet's world is sure to crumble to the ground
As a known poet among friends, they find it odd that I don't always have the right words to express myself in normal conversations sometimes. Maybe this will shed some light on that.
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