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Cat Fiske Jun 2015
I've been told from a young age,
that in the end,
everything is going to be alright,

but I'll lead you in on this little secret,
a Secret a word has been blocked from,
because the human race decided to put the blinders on,

Not everythings going to be alright,
and in the end,
If things haven't hurt you,

made you forget the sky is blue and the sun rises and shines each day,
but every time you only think about the things like,
how you ponder life and death,

and sometimes its too early for thoughts that whisper in your ears,
when u have to stop to make sure you heard them clear,
because sometimes they keep you up at night,

and the nightmares play live shows,
that you wanted to return your tickets to,
but you sit there and wait til the sun shines and makes the sky blue,

because sometimes thats all you can do,
and that's as close to alright as it gets,
When battles never seem to have a victor anymore,

Because we have more tools than we know what to use,
and if we could try to not abuse the people we've claimed to love,
because we should get even they had it rough,

because we sometimes wish for things that takes hearts above angels,
and we don't know if the angels wanna listen close enough to hear,
and people sit in hospitals each day praying for parents and children,

praying before themselves,
because they learned that someone means more then their life to them,
and they don't wanna live like they died as well,

But there prays will only ever be covered up by distant strangers,
praying for things they don't really need,
when they got the house over there head and are always fed,

I wanna know why there's people who have nothing,
but the people who have what they would die for are upset for,
Why we complain about things when we're better than it could be,

Is it because it's not how you think it should be,
were we bleed because were upset at average ages of 10,
but we still have a roof over our head and parents to feed us,

Do I have the right to be depressed over the countless things done,
when countless people have it worse and say,
everything's going to be alright,

because I don't feel like it's alright,
when my world crashes before my feet as people shove you,
off cliffs for the fun of hearing your screams echo as your fall.

But sometimes you want to fall,
Sometimes we leap off the building that mimic cliffs,
because we can't take everything,

because sometimes,
like life handed us out the rotten lemons,
because from the start we learn how it's never going to be sweet,

But we have to learn to make the most of it,
so even when thing seem like nothing could get better,
we know at some point,

maybe right now nothing is going to be alright,
and everything's not going to be alright,
but something will be alright,

But it just takes time,
and patenince,
as we learn to make the most of rotten lemons.
Nikita May 2015
In another life I swear I would've been a chronic drug addict
I don't do drugs but if it weren't for my supportive best friend and my fear of needle, pills and hallucinations I'd be so hooked
Forgiveness,
I killed a planet today
Not really
Pinky
Promise
You'll never know.
Francis Feb 2015
Little, persistent reminders of self-doubt
Red lines across the inside of the cheek,
a reminder of every time I haven’t known the right answer

your tongue is acidic

you enjoy the slow burn

and suddenly i don’t know if I’m going to the right college
/bite/
and suddenly i don’t know who i’m *******
/bite/
and suddenly i don’t know what I am anymore
/bite/

your teeth, my cheek
Sarah Jones Dec 2014
Am I not good enough?
No, Darling, You’re too much.
Oregon skies, Light of my life,
I’ll be a good baby.
I swear this time.
Don’t hate me, Alright?
I do enough for both us two.
The Jarl Nov 2014
Lately I've felt held back by a lot of constraints.
Burdens on my mind that I can't contain.
I want to express myself through words but it's getting difficult.
Because, frankly, **** rhyming, and **** watching my language.
**** all this depression and being hypocritical.
**** those lines I just wrote and **** how I feel about this poem.
**** how I came into this wanting to be reflective and negative.
**** it, in the words of my mother, "**** it all".
Just try to have a good time with your life before it's all gone.
It can be pretty ******* hard, but it's worth it.
Whenever life confronts you with obstructions, get the **** over it.
It's YOUR life, YOUR decisions, and YOUR results.
When you waste time on the things that don't matter, you've wasted too much.
So the next time something is irking you that doesn't really matter,
or you're not feeling well enough to  be positive,
do me a favor and think to yourself "**** it".
This is all we've got.
Don't waste it.
**** the small things, be happy.
LOTS OF CURSING
If
One
More
Person
Tells
Me
To
"Stay Strong"

*I'MGONNAFUCKINGTHROWSOMETHINGLARGEANDHEAVY
I improvised on the whole "ten words" simple technicality, deal with it.
Matthew Harlovic Oct 2014
I am just so ******* tired
to finally be awake

© Matthew Harlovic
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2014
I will never write about you again,
I swear to myself...


F.Z.N
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