"convice" poems
I love you my child
I don't know how to help you anymore
You continue to die your slow death
It's painful for us both
To watch you killing yourself with no way to stop
To see you so all alone
Living your life from hell
Watching you living with demons
I curse the devil and his minions
To watch you convice yourself to give up and die
It kills me inside
I love you child
I've always loved you and always will
I don't think you're long for this earth
The slow mental and physical deterioration
has accelerated
The doctors give you one short year
I cry for the hurt in your heart
I cry for the torture in your soul
I cry for the pain in your unhealthy body
I cry because you think I don't love you
Don't give up and die my little one
I physically ache for loving and losing you
Living a life I would never have chosen for you
I love you my child
Please see a glimpse of the light in my soul
Let it guide you to peace
Non reversible is your disease
I'm tormented with the fear of losing you
I can't watch anymore
I can't see you do this to yourself
Don't die my sweet little girl
Don't leave me behind
My love for you is insurmountable
Your love for yourself is long gone
Let's love eachother for the time you have left
I love you more than theses mere words express
I love you more than my own life
Don't cry little one for I am here
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
Here I am sitting, hurting and aching.
I am Jealous indeed
I am Jealous because,
You showed me value but you suddenly took it away.
I am Jealous because my love was ignored
I am Jealous because I gave my all,
and I couldn't convice you of my love.
I couldn't convince you,
that I love you.
I am Jealous because you yelled on me with anger and rage
and the next, a photo with you smilling.
I am Jealous for I could not trace logically,
For I could not see the source of your hatred.
Deeper than your hatred for me,
There's a reason why,
There's a reason that you blinded yourself to my good deeds.
That you saw none of which i gave you that was good.
Love, time, strenght, service, you saw none of these,
In your rage you only saw my folly, in which is not even valid to say.
I am Jealous, for you say you loved me,
yet another you said you never did.
and yet you said you can lie to hurt me.
Which one is true. I am torn.
I am Jealous that my small mistakes are drilled through my being
While their's, they are justified beyond all senses.
I am Jealous, because you made me feel special,
you made me feel like I am no other,
I am Jealous because you convinced me you'll never leave me
Yet now, like a nobody, in which you threw away.
Perhaps I may assume the best from you,
that you threw me away, because you wanted my heart safe.
Because, I brought out the monster in you.
How is that, I do not know...
All I knew was that I loved you with a sincere heart
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
the demons dance on the grave thoughts
of frightened children
the demons dance on the dying children as they seek
sanity
the demons love to dance and sing
and they do
why do we listen?
why do we sing along?
the demons make money and pervert the
lawful aspiration of all peoples
the demons run for public office and convice people
that demons are neeeded and are heroes
the demons love to destroy children
the demons are destroying all children
why do we let them?
are we demonic, too?
we dance we sing
why?
we are forcing children to think about us
why?
are we demons, too?
why do we accept these questions as a part of a real world?
why are we destroying all children?
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 10:37 AM UTC
leave me
Look at the way I've been brought up,
Processions sounding like song I've never wrote.
Horrid horrid
"How could you let her die?"
I swear it wasn't me.
All I've ever wanted-
watch the sun sleeping under the moon
Now that you're free to observe
Tell me about the noises in the dark
Stutter at my doorstep
As you try to convice me that this God of yours didn't take my little Rosie without a purpose.
Give me the reason why he took her
And why everyone blames me.
Hear me in some fashion,
Something fashionable,
I'm not pretidctable.
It's early tonight
I've been drinking all the words out my mouth.
But that wolf tooke the salt from the breeze
Hit the ground running
Los Angeles
I never fell so soon.
Find another naïve arm to twist.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
What if i told you that our lives were a lie?
A image created to fool our eyes?
Racist bigots undermining enthinicty,
Materialistick money hungry criminals,
Follow the leader dummys to have more pride,
A taste of a life as we convice ourself that it wasnt a lie but a way to hide inside.
As we live with our way of life, our selfish acts, and unbalanced time,
Destroying us wont be a problem as we already started to destroy one another.
Crooked cops,
Innocent citizens,
Innocent cops,
Crooked citizens,
No one ever winning in the end of this fight as it goes on.
Now more blood falls, heavier tears shed,
Not yet we learned how to deal with that pain,
Not yet we have faced our greif head on,
We mask it to go blind to a unbearable feeling,
When we learn to keep feeding this demon we have told ourselves 'is not real'.
Satans playground now is all around us.
To make a army strong enough to end this war against God.
A never ending battle between good and evil.
No surrendering, no white flags, no mercy for our souls.
Working against each other making everything worst.
So give pitty to our world as its holding on for dear life.
As our lies of our lives lie the way to make this world die,
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
There was a place where children goes.
To have fun while learning, for their future so.
Four walls, a roof, and a person in-charge.
With the board and a chalk, a new class is starts.
Half of the day is for learning new things.
And the rest is for them to decide.
The night still part of the learning.
Doing homework and projects, and then I became tired.
Every day I need to wake up early.
Prepare myself as for school is in the morning.
Sleepy as I want, I can't help but to get going.
For I am, and I should, go to school whether I like it or not.
First grade, Second grade, each year, new class.
New topics, new classmates, how am I suppose to catch up?
A year is not enough, yet they forcing me to learn.
For they are elders, and they know what is the best for me.
Failure is disappointment.
Third grade, fourth grade, and the following grades.
Each time grade I step is another year of punishment.
I don't like it, I hate it, this is not learning.
All they do is to force me to learn things I don't want.
If there's something I don't understand.
They ignore me and go on with the class.
Test coming up, I got a failure grade.
They blame me for I can't understand.
Why? Why? I'm trying to learn all those things.
But if there's anything I don't unerstand, everyone ignores me.
How? How? How could I learn what you're teaching?
Everyone keeps ignoring me, how would I supposed to learn?
Year after year, the fun of learning disappears.
Yet they all act like it is a fun thing to do.
What am I supposed to do if I am treated like an idiot?
Everything they taught, I don't understand a thing.
Bullied, ignored, punished for unable to learn.
School isn't fun, that's what I know.
Forced to learn, forced to follow.
I see no difference than that being a prison.
School is scary, I don't want to go there anymore.
My room, my room is the place where I belong.
I don't care whatever people tell me about the school.
It's all lies, I'll better of dead than going back there.
Even if my parents gets mad at me.
Even people hates me.
Even if the whole world is againts me.
I will never, ever go back there.
Never.
For the rest of my life.
Never.
Even if they hurt me.
Never.
Even if they convice me.
Never.
Whatever the will tell to me.
Never.
I don't want to go there.
I don't want to see it either.
I wish that school doesn't exist.
It is a scary place.
I will never ever go there anymore.
Never.
Never.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
ive tried to forget how i feel
ive tried to convice myself to stop
fantasizing about things that wont ever happen
and how this love probably isnt real
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC