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  Dec 2014 Sydney Mae Dompier
Tatiana
I'm not sure what's more painful
the fact that someone is struggling to live
or watching them as they slowly die
knowing that there is nothing you can do.

What does it feel like when you die?
Is it scary?
Is it calming?
Does it feel like black waters ******* you down under,
and pulling you towards a different light and surface?

If there are such things as ghosts,
which I believe there are.
Then that must mean there is some sort of afterlife, right?
Energy can not be created or destroyed,
so where does it go when we die?

What does it mean to die anyway?
I'm still not sure if I know the reason.
Is it a great sacrifice for a cause that we yet do not know
is it a symbol that makes us remember what we hold dear to us?

Or is it much darker than that?
Could it be a way to suffocate us
in the quicksand that is the hour glass of our lives?
Crushing us as we squeeze through the narrow center
and causing our life to be put on hold.
For we can not move forwards,
we can not move at all.

How could something so inevitable
still be a huge mystery?
It's like the one locked door
that every child avoids
until one kid somehow opens it.
All the adults will call him foolish,
but he is brave.

Is it wrong to want to understand the unknown?
Is it wrong to want some answers?
Well I know it isn't wrong,
I just wish I could do something.
But I can't.
Now i'm helpless
and constantly failing.

All I got out of these questions,
my experiences is,
I just know better than most
that some things are better left a mystery.

One must discover it on their own
to ever truly comprehend it.
afraid of the unknown
afraid of what comes after.
afraid to find out that their is nothing,
only shadows enclosed in dark, empty shells.
shadows that used to breathe,
And laugh,
And sing,
And play.
Shadows that once were you and I,
Now; nothing.
Forever; gone.
We often say,
" Save me,"
as if it were
possible at all.

like catching
all the world's
waterfalls

like breathing
a fireball

like dogs playing
basketball

But those don't work,
and neither does our wish.

Hopeless
like words on the lips of fish

Try as you might
but your attempts will always
be dismissed.

The hope of salvation is
self-love that persists.
love thy self.
know thy self.
save thy self.
Dear Society,

Why can’t we all just get along?
We’re stuck between what’s right and what’s cool.
We have this fine line that we waver back and forth.
And to many times,
Go with the cool

When I mean we,
I mean WE,
The collective,
The race,
The world

Why can’t we all just get along?
It doesn’t matter if your Black or White or Pink!
Or Catholic or Jewish or Muslim,
Or tall or large or thin or small
Or Gay or Lesbian or Straight

Why can’t we all just get along?
We’re all different, can’t you see?
We aren’t alike,
And you have to admit,
It’d be boring if we were!

Why can’t we get along?
It’s really quite simple,
Just smile and say hello,
To all those that you meet,
Today and tomorrow, and throughout your life

Why can’t we all just get along?
We seem, I think,
To not understand what we are,
Who we are
How we are

Why can’t we all just get along?
It’s just a simple question.
We go along with violence around us,
Consuming us,
Poisoning us,

It’s actually so simple,
That a lot of adults don’t know.
But still I have to ask,
Really, really, really have to ask
Why can’t we all just get along?

Signed,
A Confused Poet
The smoke that envelopes my lungs
Is slowly killing me,
But so is the way that your eyes stare into my soul
And understand every part of me..
Those eyes that pierce through mine
And look through the layers of ripped skin
And focus on the beauty inside.
Reminding me that I'll never be able to see myself that way,
The way you're eyes are looking at me
Is slowly
But surely
Killing me.
Society is a murderer,
With its pictures and words;
Convincing girls they aren't pretty enough
For the entire world.
Making girls go thin,
By rejecting things to eat.
It shuts minds down,
And Ignites depression.
First a little flame,
Sure to turn to a roaring fire.
Society is a monster,
And it's hiding under everyone's beds.
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