Hannah 5d

Medicate a generation,
So no one wakes up or asks any questions;
I'll take the pills because the truth doesn't make this worth living,
and I'll take the drugs because I'm tired of living a lie.

© John Paul Fraser

He achieved great things.
   And so did she.
     They stopped wars; Fed the hungry;
       Clothed the naked; Cured diseases;
         They chased after their dreams
           and in doing so they changed the

                What motivated them?

                 They knew that time was
               They knew there was no
              negotiating with time;

            They knew that this World was
           waiting impatiently for them to
         reunite with the Earth from
        which they Arose.

      Every night they whispered a
     reminder to each other;
       'Time is  r u n n i n g    o  u  t'

   Until one night it.
Go now, child! Do it!
Change the world around you!
We don't have much time.

Nylee May 29

Wake me up ,
  when everything ends

      and I'll join
         to the next destination

Lawrence Hall May 22

A Morning Dialogue with One’s Self

(As both the alarm clock and the smart phone make unpleasant noises)

Today is the first day of the rest of…
Put a sock in it, all right? It’s too early
For optimism. Two feet to the floor
Yes, two feet, same number as last night

(The bed does not care whether it is made up)

Not making the bed. Those two feet forward
North to the kitchen and the coffee pot
Switch on. Window humidity-streaked
Cats posing prettily in the dawn-light

(The coffee machine gurgles happily)

A fresh new day, and with it new adventures
Still not making up that bed.  Don’t gotta.

Nylee May 27

Times have come
to wake from slumber
you don't have a choice
to be dumber
the world is on to smarter
and the race has become faster
Don't take the time any longer
to ponder and wonder
Wake up , time is right now

Little red, little red
Why do you cry?
You should’ve know the wolf lurks in the sky
Little red, little red,
Why do you try?
We all know how the story ends
Invite the evil in
Expect it to plant a seed.
Breathe in the bitter air
And don’t expect life to play fair.
The child walks the thin path
And the wild walk on no path
So look what you hath done.
These problems that you’ve created,
Cannot just disappear
You have to face your own demon
Not play it by ear.
Sometimes the truth hurts, little red
Sometimes life is bigger than fairytales.
Sometimes you have to think the bigger thought
Sometimes you have to learn the lesson that needs taught.
Little red,
Learn from goldilocks.
She learned too quick
That sometimes, it’s so hard to pick.
Life is never three options,
Life doesn’t ask twice
Life can’t give a potion,
And make everything okay.
Wake up now,
On the road to the house,
Because one day,
You’ll be dead as a mouse.
Little red, little red,
Why do you pout?
Little red, little red
Stand up and shout.
There is a world beyond the wolf
Little red, didn’t you see it coming?
Don’t you ask the pigs?
Don’t you ask the bears?
Don’t you ask the storytellers?
So by the time you deliver the package,
You’ll be invited to a lifetime of suffrage.
Welcome home!
Welcome to a never ending story!
Welcome do depression,
Where everyone expects to live a fairytale.
Life’s no fairytale.
Life isn’t a mother at the book
Life isn’t a father who cares,
Life isn’t a family who misses you
Little red, little red,
Please go now
I cannot continue to warn you
About the dirty things around.
Word spreads fast!
You won’t last!
Little woman!
Look at your feet
They’ll take you places far away,
Places that you’re safe to stay.
Little woman!
Walk from the evil
Come to a better place, and end it here.
Little woman!
This is your story,
Why can’t you break the chain?
This is your story,
So make it end in glory!
Little red, little red,
Carry your basket,
Swing it from side to side.
Watch the world ‘round you
Cause the pied piper will play his tune
Sway you from side to side
Until you collide
With reality.
Little red, you are not reality!
Go, escape.
This story ends here
The story has to end now.

Will be a song
Ethan Polson Apr 18

Wake up my tender child,
So sweet, caring and mild,
It's time to walk free,
To the stormy, twisting Sea,
But before you swim away from me,
Enjoy the run, you hear me?
Wake up my precious child,
Slow down your running wild,
You may think swimming in the Sea is fun,
But soon you'll be asking for one more run,
Wake up my dearest child,
Your swimming too rough and riled
Your arms and legs are weary and worn
The Sea is drowning you and you're too torn
Wake up my drowning child
Remember when you smiled?
Fight the this Sea with that grin,
And I promise you you'll win

Brett Palmero May 24

One step
After the other

One moment
At a time

One day
And then another

Fail now
But keep trying

Wake up
And seize the day

Keep Breathing
And keep going

I dunno lol

Surgí en mi patria, tiempo después,

bajo la luna de Xelajú,

hoy te tengo en mis raíces quetzaltecas

Y te llevo en la sangre por tus recuerdos gratos.

Despierta patria en la que nací,

pues tanta violencia te ha agotado,

despierta pueblo, pues te a enfermado

gente egoísta y corrupta.

De las ruinas surge, más fuerte,

patria mía despierta a aquellos

que siguen nublados con los ojos sellados.

Pueblo levántate, pueblo trabaja,

pueblo llénate de sabiduría,

no dejes que te olviden, ¡Guatemala levántate!

Conciudadano, hermano mío,

se honesto, fiel, honrado

y no seas un ratón mas en en este nido de ilusiones.

No dejo de cantar a mi patria,

alzo mi canto junto a la bandera celeste y blanco,

con el corazón en mi pecho gritando: ¡Guatemala despierta!

Sometimes i observed the people and I realize that they are asleep should i wake them? or it is that I am also asleep?
SAME Mar 2

My nightmares are getting worse
They make me scream and welch a rancid curse,
It’s like I’m speaking in tongue.
I don’t make sense,
I wake up from a lucid dream, drenched.

My nights are far too long.

I dream of downing, gasping for air.
I feel the daemons as they start to stare.
The covers crush down on me,
heavy and thick.
I take in shaky breaths and say my prays,
a running script.

Me and my brain discuss all that hasn’t happened yet.
Thoughts taunt me on what I cannot forget.
What’s wrong with me, I say in tongue.

My nights are far too long.

Shadows in the dark start to take shape.
I close my eyes but it’s all too late.
They stand there, ready and waiting.
My existence, suffocating.
I am exhausted, I feel my head turning in.
Will I wake up; I feel like I’m giving in.

But it’s all too much.
You won’t wake up!
It’s too late, hush.

I wake up, eyes tired and dim.
I try to concentrate on the sun that’s leaked in.
The daemons have gone after their dance.
Waiting until night for their second chance.
Back into their lair they all crawl.
Waiting behind my ears, they brawl.

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