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blasphemy
to regard America as ****
I am shot by words
those bullets
living in a country

inept
******* blind
look and tell me
that we're not ******
happiness will make you deaf

people still won't see
the gunshots in their living rooms
ripping away at their sofas
their recliners they die in
sorry used all the glue

for my head to the television
I march into this institution
you tell me we don't need ******* change?
these riots
sparks to this fire

change
please never stop ******* with this higher power
it's us
it's who we are
peasants

monarchy
communism
anarchism
Jesus (**** him)
this land is stained with blood

I am grass
let me work
Sandburg
stop working
it won't stop

there is no harmony
Sandburg
you're dead
the optimism-- deafening
shut the **** up

god will not save me now
I am above that ****
glistening in the sun
do you hear America singing?
the same song since the dawn of time

we walk as dead men
we walk as dead women
I look back, see, and regret.
so much of darkness, so much of
bitterness, of despair, of death, of the
chill of being forgotten for ever and ever
and ever..... I look back and wish. Wish upon
the fading star, the falling moon, the setting sun,
wish that I had not taken so of the darker pleasures,
had not indulged this passion for words of pain,
had not opened the door for gentle melancholy.
Wistfully do I weep, for the grief around the corner,
and for the quiet breath of silent death, as he steals
away the precious life, an old man dying, taken at last,
leaves as nothing, leaving nothing, taking naught save
sad regret, leaving naught save life gone wasted.
Bitterly do I weep, deep in the silent tomb of
myself, and wish that I had taken a little of the light
before it was too late, leaving naught but sad regret,
and bottles at the door.
A fear of a future...
The hurt , the pain, the fights,
For others were unseen sights,
Hidden away, at home the secret would stay,
carefully thought of,
A fear which was never sought of,
For a child should have been unknown,
They were not even fully grown.

The emotions they had to deal with, had nobody to truely feel them with , not knowing , when it would be , the future they wish they could see , it could happen at any time , the kid should have been in her prime.

The smiles infront of others ,
The constant unsure stutters,
The acts of being brave,
Are the ones others generally crave,
Trying to escape the sudden calls, and after can hardly even crawl.

Waiting for this all to end, abit of safety would have been a god send, to talk of it now , we are still unsure how, the marks may no longer be there, but still we doubt if they care , to trust people everyday is much more difficult than they say.

This thing everybody knows of, but still is hardly spoken of, the children won't say it, adults prey among it, this problem needs to stop or it will hit an all time top.
Written about child abuse but onviously can be connected to any kind of physical or emotional abuse .
Forgive me
Today
For I'm done living
Yesterday pains

Forgive me
Today
For I'm breaking
Tomorrow promises

Forgive me
Today
For I don't wish
Staying awake

Forgive me
Today
For all the memories
Forever save

Forgive me
Today
For tomorrow I might
Take my life away...

©2014 Maman Screams
Cupid's arrow is such a dangerous thing,
Hitting people without a clue,
Fixing their hearts together to never fall apart, stuck together like glue.

Until one day,
Cupid's arrow disappears and the glue fades away,
The people become depressed and lose all interest in life,
Their hearts feel like they've been ripped apart with a switchblade knife.

And once again, that stupid arrow comes flying past,
Creating love too fast, and destroying people's hearts,
Cupid's arrow is such a dangerous thing.
One by one,
The petals fall,
Softly to the ground.

One by one,
My tears fall,
Rolling down my cheeks.

We are just the same, you and I
We are both longing to survive,
But as every petal falls and every tear rolls,
The beauty inside us slowly dies.
Everyone is beautiful, no matter what. But soon were all going to die. Beauty cannot live forever.
God must be a lonely man,
Sitting high up above in his chariot,
God must be the only man,
Who knows why there's no love when you reach the top,
It must be so lonely,
When only, you are all that holy;
So lonely,
When slowly,
You can see that,
God must be a lonely man.
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