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newborn Apr 2022
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the broken bodies burning
in basins that bust, bruise, and blast
bandaids barely benefitting to brave the blood
to bring back beauty and blessing
beaten bodies lay berated by black baleful
blokes with bitumen souls
bent buffoons with busted beings
barely believing their blunders be brutal
or belittling
bathe in blood and bask in beastly behavior
newborn babies through broken bashed-in bodies
blasted fools better bewail
better beware
because beheadings leave boiling bothered
bodies
busted, bruised and blasted
i wrote this poem because we have been taking about wwii and the Holocaust for a while in school. (first of all, i used alliteration to reinforce the idea that what happened sticks in the heads of everyone nowadays and in people’s culture. by using alliteration, it made this poem run smoother and made it catchy.) i can’t even fathom how evil and despicable those people were who went through with persecution and ******. i just want to quickly say i am still praying for anyone who was persecuted or killed during the Holocaust. may all your souls rest in peace. and i pray for all those who had to witness those horrific sinful things being carried out on innocent people. i can’t imagine the fear such poor innocent beings had inside from being traumatized and demeaned and for what? for a ****** man to keep his “perfect” race going? for commoners to live upon malice and mass graves? for the world to become a better place? what world could ever be better without jewish people? i break down crying every time i hear about this subject and my eyes are watering rn writing this. our world was and is still messed up, so...speak up if you see persecution in any form, raise your voice at those who are antisemitic and never say nothing. remember what happened and i (myself) will never let this happen again. rest in peace innocent souls, you have always been missed.

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

-Edmund Burke

4/22/22
Parker Jul 2017
I'm past the point of return
Do you see how many times I've been burned?
Or how many times I've burned others?
I mask my sins with pretend covers
My smile, my happiness, its all fake
How much longer can I take
All this guilt before I break?
Maybe I should just jump in a lake
Yeah, rid the world of my mistake
Of being born, or was it fate?
No, I'm too ******* up for being meant to be
Accident defines my identity
P.M.
Maryrose Alarcos Jun 2015
Don't mess up
Other people's feelings
When they're done
With all
The crap
That you
Caused them.

Don't come back
And smile at anyone
Like nothing
Ever happened
In the past
That made them
Hate you forever.

They're living fine
They're doing great
You don't need
To step into the picture
All over again
Because it's over
And you can't bring it back.
Wooh! I'm back! haha
Kirsten Lovely May 2014
The news that I'm not getting better
I would say is entirely true
If better is not crying at every last thought
And news means it hasn't got to you.
It travels too fast for me to catch up
Which I say like I wanted it to
But I never thought I'd decline like this
That I'd push away my one of the few.
Tonight I'll have dreams of my laughter
And wander around houses of glass
Resist all impulses to break down the walls
With the sticks and the stones of my past.
I'll regret all the choices that I ever have made
Apologize for what I have done
Shove feel-better statements down my plugged-up throat
And accept that I might as well be shunned.
I'll lock myself up in this mountain of glass
Look through glass that I'll wish you won't see
My appearance is enough to explain to you
I'm too broken to convey any feelings.

— The End —