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EME Dec 2014
Las opiniones sobran, las acciones faltan.
Estoy harto de esta represión en la cual vivo, una enfermedad de nuestro gobierno sin síntomas mi dolores que llamamos corrupción. Hace 3 meses, 43 estudiantes de la normal rural de Ayotzinapa desaparecieron y fueron asesinados otras 7 personas a manos de nuestra propia policía en conjunto con el narcotráfico y me duele que estemos tan acostumbrados a esta realidad que el decir "simplemente así es México" es algo común cuando han muerto miles de personas en una guerra civil fomentada, apoyada y financiada por nuestro gobierno. No soporto el enterarme de cuantos reporteros han desaparecido y como es que nuestros propios medios de comunicación nos controlan, no puedo ni quiero quedarme callado ante esto, tenemos que hacer algo, actuar de forma pasiva no es una opción después de todos los acontecimientos represores y genocidas que el gobierno Mexicano ordena, estamos en pleno siglo XXI y esa minoría cómodamente colocada en palacio de gobierno actúa tal cual GESTAPO o la S.S.
Ya me canse de ver como la ignorancia y mediocridad en las decisiones de una persona de un solo mandatario nos está llevando a una crisis social inmensa.  
La mediocridad es un parámetro importante que marca la pauta entre los individuos, hace la diferencia entre alguien inteligente, justo y con valor moral a alguien que sólo le interesa su imagen de poder y que sólo aparenta tener inteligencia.
El hombre mediocre es una persona incapaz de usar su imaginación para forjar ideales que planteen un futuro por el cual luchar.
This is not a poem i know it, forgive my language is the spanish and i dont write in any other one. Just is a small critique no the facts that have affected my country for which they make weep to my people and bleed to the nation.
H M Jun 2014
I'm sorry for the way you were treated
When I was thirteen, fourteen,
Fifteen, sixteen

There is no excuse for bad behaviour
But have you ever spent so many years thinking
That death was better, that your life was fleeting
Of living, dying, and endless crying
Of an ache so bad it shut your mouth,
It stopped all the words that needed to come out
The pain of starving to lose a pound
The torment of feeling as though you had drowned

Have you ever looked up
How many painkillers it takes
To stop your heart,
To end this race
Have you ever clawed
At your skin
because your soul was trapped in a prison
Have you ever thought that before sixteen
Your life would end silently?

There is no excuse for the way you were treated
Only an explanation into why
I stared through you for days on end
I was too busy contemplating suicide
I am sorry for the times I opened my mouth
And only cruel, harsh words fell out
I am sorry for the days that started off so good
I am sorry for the lies, you did all you could
I never noticed the looks you gave
To each other when I began to cave
I never heard the words you spoke
“she’s not talking today”
I had given up hope

Now today we are older, still friends
Yet we hardly talk
I made it end
But I had good days, even then
And I look back fondly

Depression is a mist of darkness
It ruins friendships, blinds partners
I can barely speak of it now,
How close I was to the end
I can only say I'm sorry
and I wish you were still my friends
Marsya Azzahra Jun 2014
Traffic lights that shone us down
on the road we took the other night
I wanted to tell you how you looking good in your black DC tee shirt and your dark grey Nike glasses

We had to go home as I sat right there next to you
You drove your car from the North to the South and it took hours
But I didn't mind

Plugged my iPod into your Pioneer audio player
We set the volume up, up, and up
'til it sounded like "Boom! Boom!" from the subwoofers on the back of your car
We laughed out loud, how we enjoyed the night

I love how we sang along to the songs we loved
How we sang along over "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys
How we sang along over "Team" by Lorde
How you turned the volume louder and louder everytime "Talk *****" by Jason Derulo is playing on shuffle

I love how you hated "Wake Me Up" by Ed Sheeran
"It's not even a song. It's rather a poetry",you said
but I loved the song too much
cause it contained the untold words from me to you
so I kept playing it on repeat :
"You should never cut your hair cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulders"

Wanted to tell you how loveable you're
Wanted to tell you how I didn't mind to be there under the city lights around
Wanted to tell you how I loved to wear your light blue Levi's jacket all night
Wanted to tell you how I thank you for everything you've done
Wanted to tell you how I loved the heart-shaped crumble of papers in my wallet beside your note that I kept for myself

Tried to realize where all of your moves is going for
Tried to tell you how I love to be there with you
Tried to tell you that I wanted you

But the time's up
and we still didn't
We. Did. Not.
for the June 14th 2014.
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
The first kid was a rat. Oh he was so crude and mean. He said:
"Make her eat that!" and pointed to dirt-drenched, ice cream.
The second kid was a sucker for shows. He laughed and such a stupid pose.
But girls have power too ya know.
Girls tend to be smart, and...oh no...
She scooped the food, tears down her eyes, bidding her last goodbyes. Up it went, leaving no traces....

Up to the sky! "Wham!" Into their faces. She laughed and ran on full speed. Jumped a bush and climbed a tree.

"She's like a squirrel!" The first boy yelled.
"Well get up there and push her down!"

The second boy was looking high.
The girl giggled and mocked "So boys do cry."
The second boy ran off, and chickened out.
The first boy said," I can get you no doubt!"
He hopped and hopped and grasped the first branch, then he swung and swung, but couldn't touch the next.
While he struggled so hard the girl, quietly climbed down.
He'd never figure, she was on the other side, on the ground.
She slowly tipped away and went on, back home.
The boys best learn their lessons, and leave this girl **alone
Comments? Hearts?
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
I'm an *** of a friend, and I sowwy.
Waking you up for my problems, I know.
Always bugging you about my insecurities.
I swear, wrecking you life's not my goal.
I get mad at you when I have dog days.
And I'm too shy, to pummel those who talk ****.
But I swear to you, this is not what I'm trying to do.
This is not what you deserve.
This is not what you should get.

You never whine to me.
I don't know how you keep things confined,
but ya know, maybe im wrong.
Maybe there is no sorrow inside.

What I'm trying to say is..
thank you for being there.
For holding me up ALLL the time.
Thank you and you're the best,
I would always offer up,
and break you out,
if you committed crime
^^ to all those besties who get treated like crap, but still care about someone.
simply tylla Apr 2014
I was never one to open up
Until you came into my life
For once there was somebody
Who understood all my pain

But happiness can only last so long
And friendships are the same way
Saying goodbye is the hardest part
But it seems like everyone has to leave

I'd gotten used to the pain it had caused
Until you were the one walking away
And the worst part of it all
Was that you didn't even say goodbye

I was left wondering where you went
Wondering why you decided to go
A year has pasted since that fateful night
And it haunts me to this day

You push people away
The moment that they get close
Like you don't want them to care
About the pain you deal with most

I need you in my life
And I'll wait until the very end
Because I can't think of anyone else
That I'd want as a best friend

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