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Katherine Laslie Nov 2015
All my life
I was left out
I've been ashamed of
Who I really am and
You never knew the truth
'Cause every time you asked
I never told you

But it's now
I realize
It's wrong to let others
Decide
Who I am
Who I was
I've got a lot of things
I'm dying to say
A lot of things
I never really
got to say

I'm a criminal because
I've stayed in the shadows
And never confessed the truth
I've waited
for the answers
But I never had a clue
I was born
To fight until I won
I was born
To overcome

All this time
I've had this doubt
Never trusted myself
And let others control my life
I got ******* and
Locked up in your selfish ways
When to you
I was never anything
But one huge mistake
I know now
It's wrong to hide
So hide, I will
No more
Once my eyes
Were opened wide
My energy was restored

I'm a criminal because
I've lived in the darkness
And never confessed
The truth
I don't need you
I've waited for the answers
But never had a clue

I have overcome
Who I was
I don't need you
I will never
Need you

Turn away
Or
Accept your fate
Like the criminal
You are
And I've always faced
I have overcome
F White Oct 2015
A panacea,
the band aid word I
slap on conflict

A solve it all

Acronym for nothing and
Diffuser of
All scenarios.

the  more politely phrased version of
The mafia's cry.

But no matter how you slant the saying,
It's still salient- and a parched, bleached lie.
Copyright fhw, 2015
ICN Sep 2015
It wasn't worth it,
everything we went through just to be together,
those Four Months of Hell.
Your previous lovers, your precious ogling fangirls, our difficult, busy schedules.
All those obstacles and yet we still tried.
For what?
For this?
This ****** excuse of a relationship?
I'm sorry for the brutal honesty,
but honestly? I'm glad we're through.
'Cause me and you might work on paper,
but reality's a different story.
what a shame
Taylor Lynn Sep 2015
Everything she touched,
didn't turn to gold.
No it crumbled to dust amongst the palms of her hands.
As she sat back and watched her world catch fire and burn around her.
T.B.
From the distance,
walls seem so
*small
but when you stand infront of them...
TheDaisyDancer Jun 2015
The shoes were red,
and stood at 7 inches high,
perfect to look sophisticated,
and to feel like she was touching the sky.

Everyone criticized her,
because they thought she wore them to get attention,
and co-workers would confront her,
to give her a ***** mention.

Only the people don't understand,
because she feels self conscious of her height,
and the heels are the only opportunity,
to make her feel alright.

              . . .

The shoes were brown,
covered with mud and dirt,
shoe laces tangled in a mess,
and didn't have any way to avert.

People overlooked him,
when he wanted something,
because they thought he didn't care,
but who are they to be judging!

The truth is,
in fact he did care,
but didn't have enough money,
to buy nice shoes to wear.

             . . .

The shoes were neon,
like the color of the sun,
they had bright shoes laces,
that he wears when he runs.

People thought they were ugly,
because they were off brand,
and they lacked the character,
that all the cool shoes had.

But really he was trying,
to just fit in,
but they would reject him,
every time he begins.

              . . .

Be kind,
for everyone is fighting a conflict,
that you know nothing about,
so don't judge nor depict.
This poem is based off  the book, "To **** a mockingbird" by Harper Lee. "You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view . . . until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."- Atticus Finch. Thank you!
JG Fletcher Jun 2015
The burdens I've once held dear
Carry much weight
And now it seems impossible
At least for me to relinquish them from my grasp
But that cannot be the case
Faults and mishaps have been committed
Trials, obstacles, needless competitions
And I shall look back
To acknowledge that circumstances
No matter how big or small
Are as treacherous as they seem
Because, you see, it's the little things
That carry us through the day
And shield us through taxing times and perilous dismay
PoETE Poet-Pete Mar 2014
Born with my heart, mended to my soul,
Here starts a life, OR here starts a toll,
I guess i should prepare myself, to drop,tuck, and roll,
the journey begins,as I carry my #2 pencil, as if it were a million foot pole,
it allows me to climb and free my mind, and to escape that powerful hole,
Born with my heart, mended to my soul,
Here starts a life, OR here starts a toll?
Enjoy your life regardless of the obstacles that may come your way because you are in control of your own destiny. Whether a mental thought or verbal spoken words, it is all a vibration of our energy and it always travels full circle. So make sure all of your thought and spoken words are positive vibrations.

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David Doran Apr 2015
The Path is straight and ending
And quite easy just to follow
Few obstacles or bendings
No bumps or a single hollow.

But I choose, not to follow the Path,
I will roughage in the new.
If I learned one thing from that:
We should do what we love to do.

It won't always be so easy
To live so wild and free,
But it's much worse, on that Path
Which we call society.
Grace Jordan Mar 2015
Its interesting to be in a home so different than mine. A home where almost always two people at least are in the living room, bonding. My family I love, but we are always in our respective corners; father in the basement, brother in his room, mother in the living space, and I around randomly, uncertain where and who to belong with.

This weekend I visit Hockey House, the affectionate name I'm giving my boyfriend's home. I mean it full of affection, because they are brought together by movies and food and especially hockey.

In my home we are only brought together by food and then we run to the hills for our alone time. Very odd entirely, because of the extroversion holding my heart.

I guess as I grow, I find a disconnect with the family who is so different from me. My mother, though the easiest to be with, can be a staunch, stubborn hypocrite when it comes to all things social. My father is a determined conservative who opposes all I believe in. Brother is being molded into the man my father wants as his son, which is slowly distancing me from him.

When I'm home, I'm a repressed me, who keeps her tongue latched inside her mouth, and keeps her head down as to not get attacked. Even the natural peanut butter I asked for became a battlefield of who was right and who was wrong, not just a happy cheer for me being healthier.

Its odd in a house I've only been twice I can be less afraid than in my own home. I guess things change when you become the person you want to be instead of the adult your parents want to be proud of.

Maybe its easier here because I care less if they judge me, while my parents judgment terrifies me. Parents tend to be scary gods who rule your life, and to let them topple in your eyes is something all more traumatizing to watch.

I still love my parents, as children do, but there's a disconnect between who we are that cannot be passed.

Love can exist everywhere, but it  cannot transcend all obstacles, and that, truly, is what terrifies me most.

I never want to lose my parents, but I cannot lose myself either.

Only time will tell, and I guess I'll just enjoy college and my times at Hockey House.
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