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She is six, and searching for answers to questions that she cannot yet ask.
Baby, I tell her,
There are things that are broken,
And people with hearts like hammers that are trying to fix them,
Bang! Bang! Bang! Build.
Sweet-souled strangers, tending this planets bruises,
Sharing in its peoples pain.
There are children without water,
Women half dead from bearing them,
People in fear for their lives for speaking of forbidden futures, believing in the wrong god, or no god,
Or worshipping the right god wrong.
Starvation, disease, segregation, genocide, despair,
Beings in agony; others angry, warped, with sad, distorted minds,
The symptoms of a sick and stunted world.
Baby, I tell her,
You will find words to frame the questions that right now I can see behind your eyes.
You are the daughter of a dreamer,
You are trying to find your stories,
Your heart will be a hammer,
Driving your words into this weary, war-fatigued world,
Bang! Bang! Bang! Build.
*It cannot be borne, it will not be borne.
Aden Burns Mar 2015
the abrupt confusion of people
when confronted by unconditional kindness
is addictively amusing and,
quite the damper.

how tragic we are,
capable of selfless service
meeting it only with suspicion and,
disbelief.
thinking in prose
Stefan Smith Mar 2015
I preached the name
that I made vain.
I lived against
what I spoke for.
Now every choice
leaves a biased blame
that questions my core.

How can I live
to know I was fake?
How can I speak
when I know it's too late?
I tended my thoughts
with my own escape,
and looked as the light
darkened in my dismay.

I loose my grip
to the hope i created.
It's a lost feeling
when I know it was
anticipated.

So in this state of knowing
I'm just a failure,
I need to accept
I need a savior.
Just too many times
I became my own
traitor.

Lord please,

lead my choices
to purify my stains.
So I won't just live
to walk in vain.

Forgive me world,
for my selfishness.
Forgive me Lord,
please direct my
selflessness.
rey Jan 2015
i will fill you with apologies
let them flow through your teeth

i will give you roses in the form of words
clean of their thorns
growing without their soil

i will fill every protagonist gap in your story, and
be the "you" in each of your poems

i will be the stump of every tree you cut, and
seeds of every tree you plant

i will make you one hundred
as i die out as a hero;
your zero
Give it all to me, lord
You know I deserve it
I owe time for my crime, lord
And it’s time I serve it
Fill me with pain so no one else can feel it
Earth has a wound and I just want to heal it
Give it all to me
Lock me up, set them free

Hang your head no more, child
Now the clouds have parted
The old world is gone now, child
And a new one’s started
Radiant stars shine in marvelous colors
Watch as the strangers slowly become brothers
Hang your head no more
Close your eyes, start to soar

The boy you knew has changed
He’s acting very strange
You know it wasn’t long ago
When you could look him in the eye
But then he broke your trust
Gave in to pangs of lust
And now that you have let him go
He has the nerve to ask you why

Turn your back no more, kid
That’s not who you are now
I know sometimes it’s hard, kid
But you’ll get there somehow
That flower in your peripheral vision
Will help guide you to make the right decision
Turn your back no more
That’s not what life is for

The boy you knew has changed
His body’s rearranged
You know some might look down on her
But that is just not who you are
You treat her just the same
You call her by her name
Some others might call her a slur
But you just think that is bizarre

Give it all to me, lord
You know I deserve it
I owe time for my crime, lord
And it’s time I serve it
Fill me with pain so no one else can feel it
Earth has a wound and I just got to heal it
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
Give it all to me
Lock me up, set them free
This is a song about my good friend Francy, written mostly from her point of view. This song deals with her caring more about herself than others, being there for people in need, dealing with creeps, and helping me to be the best I can be. So yeah, she's fantastic!
Lazlo Mehl Aug 2014
I
I eat

I drink

I sleep

I work

I love

I hate

I sing

I dance

I cry

I laugh

See the problem is

I

Half the world

Live my life

So why is it

All about

I.
Does it matter more to you that you care for others or that others care for you?
Would you take a series of bullets
Would you leap before a dashing car
Would you dance on sweltering embers for the sake of one who does you nought in return?
Wouldn’t most or wouldn’t anyone endure the worst for acknowledgement and commendation…

I try to be gallant—self-sacrificial,
Try to be benevolent, bleeding heart beyond comprehension
Yet am I worse than the slaughterers?
The iniquitous, the rest?
No more than the vile, reprobate, devilish…
For who, after all,
Cast oneself beyond forgiveness
The felon who would exploit acts of selflessness
To assemble his own
Maleficent, pernicious lair
Of praise, acclaim, and comfort.
K Balachandran Jun 2014
Two busy birds
that takes to the sky at dawn
the nest was a space
we kept somewhere in our hearts,
for a time too long.
Who did what to make it
a reality concrete
when we built it at last,
neither I remember
nor she. At the end we find
we two are the nest;
from there everything begins,
we stand losing in
each other's eyes and realize.
Anna Elguera May 2014
Selfishness is the most indicative sign of immaturity.
Like the way my little sister
couldn't be bothered
to regularly take our dog for walks
because it mattered only how much it inconvenienced her.

When your own feelings hold the up most importance
and everyone else is placed on this planet to play a role in your existence

kids are selfish
some adults are immature

Growing up has little to do with aging
rather, realizing that every living creature holds value;
Leaving the bulk of your ego behind.
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