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Sophia Marie Aug 2015
Music, like an everyday-medicine, we take.
The text-- to our hearts-- sometimes tastes,
Bitter it is, still we devour, as if its a cake.
Bitter, how you need peace, it betrays.

To most of you,
Music is about what meaning lies behind.
To most of you,
Music is all about the soothing rythm you find.

But to a too broken person,
Who found voices that express,
An extraordinary love was born,
A love that--once felt--is hard to surpress.

We are the broken people you call immature,
Just for 'obssesing' over something out of your nature.
We are the broken people whom you judge,
But who are we to hold a grudge?

Id like to take this opputunity,
To inform an array that critisize,
We are not in the least guilty,
For dedicating something to those who saved our lives.

But for the record,
We, fans do feel.
Being respected,
Will be very much appreciated.
I am neither lyrical JOHN KEATS
nor the great WB YEATS
I have never reached great heights
I am in my preliminary plights
I talk about fundamental rights
or the beauty of Diwali lights
most of my poetry is immature
but my friends praise it very pure
I know for sure
they don't want to hurt my heart
and never critisize my art
because it is the most sensitive part
But I know my own limits
I have got fewer merits
than unidentified demerits
Chelsea Ashdown Jan 2012
inspire...
inspire..yourself to be who you are
inspire..others to speak out about what they believe
inspire..friends to make good desicions
inspire..your parents to except you for you
inspire..outsiders to show people who they are and force society to love them
inspire..artists to draw, paint, and sculpt both the good and the bad both the dark and the light
inspire..criticts to critisize because the truth hurts but helps others to improve
inspire..someone to smile
inspire..someone to laugh
inspire..someone to love
inspire..someone to live the life they want
inspire..purpose for everyone in the world
everyone needs inspiration even those who look as if they dont need it.
Alex Coleman Apr 2010
Critisize all you want, I won't be perfect
talk all you need, I won't change
laugh at me and I'll laugh back,
there's no shame in being myself
I'll show who I am
and you'll wear all your masks,
your backed into the corner
from all your insecurities
one day you'll fall,
along with all,
your whispers of cruel words
and that's all they are...
whispers; hardly heard.
09/11/09
There cute as a flute, Life by the day or rewinding the cassette tape.
Tha **** is an iphone?. I just wanna be home...
on the first page of the story,
stuck at an old age no more glory.
I have learned and I have yearned .
All thats left to see is what it's gonna be                         when I'm not around...
I miss that o'l playground
not much more to see no one knew to be , all my friends are dead well oh gee.
Life lined up is a mistery Live do die
....I'm just ancient history...
every thing is so new  i don't have a clue..
But I am not dumb because I'm not young !
feal up to cry but you can't lie.
this is reality and it's coming your'e way,
....with no say,
your'e last day"
so don't dispize me, or critisize me,
with my old heart I'm holding on tuff
with my last puff
I'm gone had enough.





:'(
Shannon Hughes Sep 2011
A slowly spiraling turmoil,
Of anxiety and fear,
When you fall into a bad dream,
And darkness draws near.

The people you thought you knew,
Sneer and change their ways,
They critisize and scrutinize
With everything they say.

It's tough to live in a nightmare,
You must be brave and bold,
As everything grows frightening,
And friendships grow old.

But that's the way of things,
And bad dreams come and go,
You have to open your eyes,
To see that things aren't so.
Faith Melton Oct 2011
Quiet, that's all I ask for
Complete silence is what I need
Your voice is the ringing in my ears
Loud and obnoxious
You whine and complain
Critisize and bicker
Do you find pleasure in destruction
A sense of success in my pain?

My patience wear thin,
Someday I wont be here
Who will you lay your faults on?
When you lose contact with me?
Will you recognize you wrongs then?
After it's too late?
cherwin nastor Apr 2010
PROMISE yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. Look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.Think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the best. Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to critisize others. Live in the faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you....
´Whenever you´re in conflict with someone, there is one factor that can make the difference between damaging your relationship and deepening it. That factor is attitude.´
Elton Lovecraft Sep 2013
***** you I don't have to put up with this biggit ****.

I don't care one bit.

You critisize us for not believing in your god.

You are a religious hypocrite.

I believe in myself I believe in good morals that's it.
Morgan Percy Nov 2010
Victimize, yourself

                Tantalize, everyone else

                                                  Agonize, her
                                                              
                                                                Moralize, you try
                                                                                  
                                                                                 Critisize, they do
                                                                                                        
                                                                                                       Apologize, can't you?
© Morgan Percy 2010
Shari Forman Feb 2013
Agitated am I,
As to why I cannot express my heart,
I've met my limitation,
As just a start.
I sat here for hours,
Staring at the blank sheet of paper,
Having unwanted thoughts in my head,
Hearing nothing but the water vapor.
What happened to my abilities,
Where I was never stressed and had no fear,
I over think everything now,
Take a good look at me; I'm shear.
I've lost my self-confidence,
Always critisize my work,
Why can't I write to perfection?
I must be going beserk!
Empty and lost,
With nothing to say,
I have a writer's block,
To this day.
Lunatic Mar 2015
The almighty has given me such sight,
which can see through the dark of night.
Only with His name, I always try to write,
it enables me to dispel every idea of fight.

My horizon lies beyond the ordinary folk,
Those unable to foresee, put me in the dock.
Awake or asleep, I visualise round the clock,
I strive to the present gloomy deadlock.

Some might be thinking, I am like a worm,
For them, to critisize me is the only norm.
Read me at the google to see my real form,
In "voice of heart", you will find my storm.
AW Aug 2018
I am standing outside on my balcony, it's late night, cold and I am freezing.
I hold a cigarret in my hand and it's poison is what I am breathing.
I am aware of it, that it can be deadly, but I still consume.
It's because I am addicted, and afflicted but afterwards I'll just get back into my room.

Returning, but my lungs are still burning.
It feels good, for a while, until you realise that you might die.
But who cares, everything you do might be deadly, and it's dreadly.

There's nothing right, neither there's something wrong,
it depends on the persons opinion.

You should not judge, neither critisize, rather respect and understand.
Because that's what you'd prefer in the end.

I am going for another one, the last one wasn't enough.
Outside again, still freezing and again I am breathing.
I can feel the poison inside of me, it's noxious and obnoxious.
But for some reason I still enjoy, it must be a ploy.
Just what do you think you're doing?
Tell me, who do you think I am?
Where is this anger coming from?
I just don't understand
How expressing my opinions
Sounds as if I critisize
If it differs from the vision
You may see through your own eyes
I don't mean to sound opposing
I don't mean you disrespect
For I honor your opinions
It is you who dared reject
For opinions sometimes differ
We will not always agree
But condemning me for mine
Is something you won't see from me
For it isn't your opinions
But your actions that offend
If you can't take what you're giving
Tell me, whose the better man?
I won't deny the differences
That make us who we are
I will deny the poisons
That your words would leave as scars
Your judgements do not injure me
They are your own addiction
Differences should set us free
Not deepen the affliction
This was directed towards no one in particular. Just inspired by an arguement I witnessed recently, and in reflecting on past personal experiences with the same scenario of being criticized for my difference of opinion by someone demanding that I accept and respect their opinion even as they disrespect mine by doing so. No one can expect someone to respect their opinion if they are not willing to return the same in kind, and they have no right to be angry when they are reminded that respect is a two way street.
Dimitrios Sarris Jul 2017
It saddens my heart to
see the pain and suffering
people inflict on each other.
It saddens me beacause
they don't want to stop.
It saddens me that people
crave the opposite of honesty.
It saddens my soul that poeple
critisize and feel happy in the
suffering of each other.
It saddens me that they would do
anything for attention in the
frame of social media.
It saddens me that they do the
opposite from what they must
and all they feel is anger
just blaming anything but
themeselves.
It saddens my heart that they do
not recognize the distortion within
and they won't ever truly awaken.
It saddens me bacause it feels like
i'll be fighting these people till the
end of my days.
It saddens...sigh
It saddens me because these words
would mean nothing to them.
Julie Murphy Jun 2018
All I really want in life
Is to go back to my normal self
To be the person I used to be
Without the worry of my mental health

Im gonna share a secret with you
More of a sorta confession
My self worth and sanity
Has been stolen by depression

It started with staying in
Not wanting to socialize
Isolated from family and friends
Yet they were quick to critisize

I wanted to do things my way
I felt better on my own
I missed important appointments
I wished I had a clone

I stopped sleeping at night
Which of course, only made me worse
I sunk deeper into depression
And into tears I would burst

Lack of sleep took over
My head was buried in the sand
Things went from bad to worse
And there was no one
To hold my hand

People stopped calling me
Their visits then no more
They saw the empty space
In the heart my
Sleeve once wore

Im still trying to get better
Its easier with each new day
I was too proud, to ask for help
Its not an easy thing to say

Im feeling good about myself today
As I wrote this to share with you
To try help you understand
Depression is more than feeling blue

The next person you hear of with this
Could be someone close to your heart
How do you think they would feel
If someone tore them apart?

(C) Julie Murphy
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willow sophie May 2019
human beings,
peculiar, are they not?
They worship fighting and violence
over nurturing and care.
The critisize unnecessarily,
and it all stems from insecurities
that come from others.
It's an endless, revolting cycle.
ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
YOU SIT THERE CRITISIZE
ON THE NEWS
DRAMA LIKE *** LOOK WHAT THEY DID
YET
IN THE WAKE WHERE ARE YOU???

YOU HAVE TO ADD SOMEONE ON FACEBOOK IT GOES BOTH WAYS

THAT EXACT DEFINITION OF LIFE IS THE .3PERCENT ON THE DOLLAR THAT DISSAPEARS EVERY DOLLAR SPENT

PEOPLE **** PEOPLE BECAUSE OF YOU
ALL OF YOU
EVERYONE
YOU WONT ACCEPT A TRUE CHANGE

YOU SIT ON YOUR PEDISTLE POINTING YOUR FINGER FEELING LIKE ITS APPROPRIATE WHEN YOURE SICK

SO YOU NOW UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE TAKE LIVES

IM NOT SAYING YOU SHOULD IM JUST MAKING YOU UNDERSTAND YOU ARE SICK AN NEED HELP
EVERY LAST PERSON ON THE PLANET IS SICK AN NEEDS HELP

REAL TALK IF IT TAKES MY TRUTH TO MAKE YOU SEE HOW BAD IT REALLY IS

A DEATH IS NOTHING IN COMPARISON ITS DISGUSTING
YOURE GOING TO HELL SORRY

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