"fundraisers" poems - Hello Poetry

People are janitors. We try to keep our lives clean, but it always goes back to ruins. We try to clean up the lives of others, Only to find that we can't do anything. And that we probably hurt them. And that we probably messed their lives and ours. We try to clean our hearts. It's broken. It's shattered. It's muddy after a day outside, playing in a storm of tears. Yet, we always fail, don't we? Thinking that maybe tomorrow is the day it washes itself. We try to clean the world. This organization promises cleanliness in Africa. That organization promises cleanliness in Asia. But is any cleaning really done? For every ten fundraisers started, I hear one semi-succeed in its job. Yet, we believe that we can clean the world. It's true, we could. But we're too busy cleaning our own hearts, aren't we?

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC

winter-silk

We Are Janitors.

People are janitors. We try to keep our lives clean, but it always goes back to ruins. We try to clean up the lives of others, Only to find that we can't do anything. And that we probably hurt them. And that we probably messed their lives and ours. We try to clean our hearts. It's broken. It's shattered. It's muddy after a day outside, playing in a storm of tears. Yet, we always fail, don't we? Thinking that maybe tomorrow is the day it washes itself. We try to clean the world. This organization promises cleanliness in Africa. That organization promises cleanliness in Asia. But is any cleaning really done? For every ten fundraisers started, I hear one semi-succeed in its job. Yet, we believe that we can clean the world. It's true, we could. But we're too busy cleaning our own hearts, aren't we?

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Red faced and wasted I saw you naked And fell in love With your ancient body Gone is the impulse to run And all i can do now Is to write simply Lies and truth Mixed together Like oil and vinegar We are fumigating Our own bodies Remove these carbon copies And quietly daydream About the faces of lost Summer lovers Fundraisers say goodbye To yesterday's vacations Just as we long to cry We catch ourselves Smiling for a moment What do the turtles wish to communicate Are we awake in our shells Or have we fallen into the spell of limitation Consternation and ************ Facts and figures receive their adulation While we attract only tender triangulations Please finish up your investigation I blame you for instigating this comedy A catalyst of abomination and dichotomy Which followed me into retirement Let's give banquets back to the government And return to ancient lands Devoted to camels and drunken apologies It's apocryphal Pornographic phantasmagoria Fantastic fan-fictions Describing sacredly sadistic rituals Glorious duality Radically alters our expectations Yet manages to satisfy your frustrations In dissimilar situations We liberate our agitation and consternation Over magazines and barnacles We are more conspicuous Than an empty gap in the sky Made by two constellations Taking a long vacation Intrepid sailors raise their sails And navigate by stars and compasses Renaissance dancers are porous instigators They initiate our imitations We dream of political sovereignty To remediate these tragedies I breathe warfare and cleanse the air Of apathetic non-negotiaters Harboring criminals like butterflies Sometimes the means do justify your eyes Targets never argue And bullets never lie Finances and fiancées Certainly have some value Yet we underrate our skies Miles of lost continents Drift out from your skin We begin an embargo Hoping in the future we will win Metaphysical furniture Effects the state of mind you're in The record players turned down But you heat me up to begin

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May 24, 2019

May 24, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC

ganesha-michael-shapiro

in memoriam

Red faced and wasted I saw you naked And fell in love With your ancient body Gone is the impulse to run And all i can do now Is to write simply Lies and truth Mixed together Like oil and vinegar We are fumigating Our own bodies Remove these carbon copies And quietly daydream About the faces of lost Summer lovers Fundraisers say goodbye To yesterday's vacations Just as we long to cry We catch ourselves Smiling for a moment What do the turtles wish to communicate Are we awake in our shells Or have we fallen into the spell of limitation Consternation and ************ Facts and figures receive their adulation While we attract only tender triangulations Please finish up your investigation I blame you for instigating this comedy A catalyst of abomination and dichotomy Which followed me into retirement Let's give banquets back to the government And return to ancient lands Devoted to camels and drunken apologies It's apocryphal Pornographic phantasmagoria Fantastic fan-fictions Describing sacredly sadistic rituals Glorious duality Radically alters our expectations Yet manages to satisfy your frustrations In dissimilar situations We liberate our agitation and consternation Over magazines and barnacles We are more conspicuous Than an empty gap in the sky Made by two constellations Taking a long vacation Intrepid sailors raise their sails And navigate by stars and compasses Renaissance dancers are porous instigators They initiate our imitations We dream of political sovereignty To remediate these tragedies I breathe warfare and cleanse the air Of apathetic non-negotiaters Harboring criminals like butterflies Sometimes the means do justify your eyes Targets never argue And bullets never lie Finances and fiancées Certainly have some value Yet we underrate our skies Miles of lost continents Drift out from your skin We begin an embargo Hoping in the future we will win Metaphysical furniture Effects the state of mind you're in The record players turned down But you heat me up to begin

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A year has passed. I couldn't feel it though, because all that time was spent with you. A year full of long drives for short vacations intimate hugs full of sweet sensation wind blowing our hair on snowy mountaintops chilling in minimarts, enjoying some lollipops staring into each others eyes, and feeling serene joining fundraisers and runs to keep the earth clean We sailed through troubles Chased after our dreams Drove ourselves further And flew to the skies, touching the clouds and riding the jetstreams. Before I met you, I did all these things many, many times. But with you, we did these things together. And they felt different. Every step, every move, every breath. I felt electricity in my veins, a new light to see in, and freshness in my life. And that was the difference that kept our unity. I love you. Happy anniversary.

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC

winter-silk

On The Edge Of An Anniversary

A year has passed. I couldn't feel it though, because all that time was spent with you. A year full of long drives for short vacations intimate hugs full of sweet sensation wind blowing our hair on snowy mountaintops chilling in minimarts, enjoying some lollipops staring into each others eyes, and feeling serene joining fundraisers and runs to keep the earth clean We sailed through troubles Chased after our dreams Drove ourselves further And flew to the skies, touching the clouds and riding the jetstreams. Before I met you, I did all these things many, many times. But with you, we did these things together. And they felt different. Every step, every move, every breath. I felt electricity in my veins, a new light to see in, and freshness in my life. And that was the difference that kept our unity. I love you. Happy anniversary.

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We are hands, and eyes, and feet, and ears, lumps of skin, and bone. We are puddles of blood filling the cracks on the side of the road. We are mush, and porcelain teeth knocked out and embedded where the steering wheel used to be. We are hearts, and veins, arteries clogged up with a midnight treat. We are alcohol in the blood stream. We are 60 miles per hour, on a residential street. We are a corpse, Limbs thrown out like a compass, Guts spilled out like a teenage poet. But what we are not, Is a soul. We are objects, We are play things. For higher species, Godly beings. To smile like kids crashing toy cars. We are empty, We are just vessels in a blood stream, Giving life . We are white noise, screaming for our mothers. We are a name in a notepad. A statistic in a book, Passed out at clever Christian fundraisers, For old ladies who like sugar cookies. We are a pop punk song With memorable lyrics And a catchy hook . -Kevin T. 6/16/10

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Apr 5, 2011

Apr 5, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC

kevin-theal

Abstractions and Fractions

We are hands, and eyes, and feet, and ears, lumps of skin, and bone. We are puddles of blood filling the cracks on the side of the road. We are mush, and porcelain teeth knocked out and embedded where the steering wheel used to be. We are hearts, and veins, arteries clogged up with a midnight treat. We are alcohol in the blood stream. We are 60 miles per hour, on a residential street. We are a corpse, Limbs thrown out like a compass, Guts spilled out like a teenage poet. But what we are not, Is a soul. We are objects, We are play things. For higher species, Godly beings. To smile like kids crashing toy cars. We are empty, We are just vessels in a blood stream, Giving life . We are white noise, screaming for our mothers. We are a name in a notepad. A statistic in a book, Passed out at clever Christian fundraisers, For old ladies who like sugar cookies. We are a pop punk song With memorable lyrics And a catchy hook . -Kevin T. 6/16/10

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My textbooks, propped between our knees, I study how this became our hot dates and the way I get to lean on your chest makes me tingly, shallow-breathed, but I shift around so you don’t feel my heart bumping in between the stillness of our bodies. —stillness— We lay in the same bed and actually sleep; no squeezing fingers and searching mouths, but at least our clothes stay on and I don’t have to search for my nightgown shoved under wrinkled sheets, or worry about ****** wrappers stuck to my skin. Finished with our club meetings and fundraisers, we act like weekend warriors, clinking bottles in half-lit rooms, sliding around, laughing in each other’s faces and once we’ve smoked our stress away, I place your hand under the ruffles of my skirt and kiss your neck, whispering I want you Please touch me I need you but you put your lips to my forehead, mumbling that you’re tired and won’t keep it up because you’re strung out on Red Bull and Adderall, promising we will tomorrow night.

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC

b-wynn

Honeymoon Stage

My textbooks, propped between our knees, I study how this became our hot dates and the way I get to lean on your chest makes me tingly, shallow-breathed, but I shift around so you don’t feel my heart bumping in between the stillness of our bodies. —stillness— We lay in the same bed and actually sleep; no squeezing fingers and searching mouths, but at least our clothes stay on and I don’t have to search for my nightgown shoved under wrinkled sheets, or worry about ****** wrappers stuck to my skin. Finished with our club meetings and fundraisers, we act like weekend warriors, clinking bottles in half-lit rooms, sliding around, laughing in each other’s faces and once we’ve smoked our stress away, I place your hand under the ruffles of my skirt and kiss your neck, whispering I want you Please touch me I need you but you put your lips to my forehead, mumbling that you’re tired and won’t keep it up because you’re strung out on Red Bull and Adderall, promising we will tomorrow night.

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Colorful glowing rainbows, Sparkling gleaming rivers that flow. A powerful mighty god that knows. Miles of green grass that grows. Front & back yards to mow. Fierce strong hurricanes that blow. Pure white cold falling snow. A set of ten fingers & toes. Birthday gifts wrapped with bows. A Bright yellow sun that glows. I drove to a hidden cove. Off a cliff a seagull dove. A pelican layed down on green cloves. Loud noise I truly loath. At the beach I am fully clothed. My mind in a daze because of your confusing ways, a temporary phase. Your intentions a haze. I follow you through this maze. Long hot nights & summer days. Crowds of people in a craze. Money is what fundraisers try to raise.

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC

harmony-sapphire

Majestic Quest

Colorful glowing rainbows, Sparkling gleaming rivers that flow. A powerful mighty god that knows. Miles of green grass that grows. Front & back yards to mow. Fierce strong hurricanes that blow. Pure white cold falling snow. A set of ten fingers & toes. Birthday gifts wrapped with bows. A Bright yellow sun that glows. I drove to a hidden cove. Off a cliff a seagull dove. A pelican layed down on green cloves. Loud noise I truly loath. At the beach I am fully clothed. My mind in a daze because of your confusing ways, a temporary phase. Your intentions a haze. I follow you through this maze. Long hot nights & summer days. Crowds of people in a craze. Money is what fundraisers try to raise.

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In lieu of abortion, why don't women sell the babies to the church to auction off at fundraisers..?

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC

johnny-noiπ

Good Deed

In lieu of abortion, why don't women sell the babies to the church to auction off at fundraisers..?

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468 days till I'm out of this place 468 days till I graduate 468 days till I'm out of this space 468 days till I escape This place that brought me rules to follow This place that brought me expectations to exceed This place that brought me wishes to fulfill This place that brought me dreams to give up This place that consistently tells me that I must act prim and proper This place that consistently tells me that I must have perfect grades This place that consistently tells me that I must be involved in activities This place that consistently tells me that I must stand out Stand out Stand out but not in bad way Let your voice be heard, but don’t speak too loud Show your curves, but not too much because that degrades you Be smart, but don’t be nerdy, dorky or quirky This place that brought me tests every other week This place that brought me heartaches and headaches This place that brought me back stabs and betrayal This place that brought me all nighters to makeup for my lazy group mates This place that consistently tells me that I must not ***** up This place that consistently tells me that I must not waste my time This place that consistently tells me that I must not have too much fun This place that consistently tells me that I must not have infatuations Infatuation Infatuation is just an observation with a cost Love your friends but don’t get too close Have hobbies but don’t waste too much time doing them instead of studying Befriend everyone but not with any guys This place that brought me tears This place that brought me fears This place that brought me cries This place that brought me lies But i might miss this 468 days till im going to miss this place 468 days till i graduate 468 days till i miss this space 468 days till i miss this place i underrate This place that brought me inside jokes and goofy smiles This place that brought me song lyrics and theater performances This place that brought me fundraisers and field trips This place that brought me late night conversations on calls This place that constantly reassures me that I am not useless This place that constantly reassures me that I am not what others define me as This place that constantly reassures me that I am not unworthy of what i tried so hard to achieve This place that constantly reassures me that I am doing well for someone who’s only seventeen Seventeen Seventeen might be too young Too young but i know what i feel is real All the nights talking about everything about nothing The birthday gifts we shower each other with This place that brought me happiness This place that brought me those brown eyes and freckles on his smile This place that brought me boys now we call ex This place that brought me valuable lessons This place that constantly reassures me that I don’t need man to be happy This place that constantly reassures me that I am beautiful no matter what others think This place that constantly reassures me that I will be alright This place that constantly reassures me that I will be ready for when I leave Leave All we ever talk about is leaving Run away, as far away from home Can’t wait to get out, but soon I would look for every excuse to return Just wanna run away but keep coming back to this place This place This place that brought me memories This place that brought me laughter and joy This place that brought me friends and love No other place like this

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Mar 19, 2020

Mar 19, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC

marymay-21

~ No other place like this ~

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The moment i realize you're gone, is the moment I die. More correctly, the person I was dies. Because who I was with you, was something entirely different than I ever was. When you left, she was put at a stand still. Waiting. But as soon as she knows we're through? She'll be gone. Sure, I could meet someone else but they will never be the same as her. She was something I can't describe. She was a best friend. She and I got very close but now, I can't do anything to save her. I'm watching her die in front of me, Very painfully. Very Slowly. All she says is, "Be strong. Be strong. You can do this. Smile through it. I love you.. I always did.. He always did." And I just have to look down and Be strong. And Smile. And say I love you too. And say, But I don't believe you. That person will die.. And I will have to bury her. Then I will grieve. Then I will move on. And when I think about her, the person I was with you, When I think about you. I'll be a little sad. But then, There will be a new me. A me with no one. Because this time I'll make me, And I won't let anyone get close. I'll travel, I'll see the stars but from different countries. I'll look at the horizon from the top of a mountain. One I climbed, By myself. On journeys I took, By myself. Because I loved the person I had become. But losing another person like her will hurt. Very much. Plus, The person you are? Is the only person, My person wants. I may disagree with you sometimes but, I'd still rather have that, Than anybody in the world. Because right now? It's you, Or nothing. I don't want, Anyone else. I want you. So I'll wait. Waiting with a girl I love, Me, As she slowly dies. No amount of fundraisers Or spread of awareness can help her. She and I are waiting, And waiting... Waiting to see, If you will bring her The medication to save her. The one drug she needs to save her is something, Only you can provide. Yourself.

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Nov 9, 2015

Nov 9, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC

lexi143

Is This a Hospital?

The moment i realize you're gone, is the moment I die. More correctly, the person I was dies. Because who I was with you, was something entirely different than I ever was. When you left, she was put at a stand still. Waiting. But as soon as she knows we're through? She'll be gone. Sure, I could meet someone else but they will never be the same as her. She was something I can't describe. She was a best friend. She and I got very close but now, I can't do anything to save her. I'm watching her die in front of me, Very painfully. Very Slowly. All she says is, "Be strong. Be strong. You can do this. Smile through it. I love you.. I always did.. He always did." And I just have to look down and Be strong. And Smile. And say I love you too. And say, But I don't believe you. That person will die.. And I will have to bury her. Then I will grieve. Then I will move on. And when I think about her, the person I was with you, When I think about you. I'll be a little sad. But then, There will be a new me. A me with no one. Because this time I'll make me, And I won't let anyone get close. I'll travel, I'll see the stars but from different countries. I'll look at the horizon from the top of a mountain. One I climbed, By myself. On journeys I took, By myself. Because I loved the person I had become. But losing another person like her will hurt. Very much. Plus, The person you are? Is the only person, My person wants. I may disagree with you sometimes but, I'd still rather have that, Than anybody in the world. Because right now? It's you, Or nothing. I don't want, Anyone else. I want you. So I'll wait. Waiting with a girl I love, Me, As she slowly dies. No amount of fundraisers Or spread of awareness can help her. She and I are waiting, And waiting... Waiting to see, If you will bring her The medication to save her. The one drug she needs to save her is something, Only you can provide. Yourself.

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at the border and in cages it’s the worst in clouds of smog it’s the worst in prisons it’s the worst in foster care homes it’s the worst at the mall at factories at fundraisers for the poor it’s the worst at parties at family gatherings it’s the worst at city hall meetings at schools at movie theaters it’s the worst in the morning in the afternoon in the evening it’s he worst going to bed yellow balloons that’s the best looking at the starts smelling food watching the cow escape the slaughter that’s the best sparkling water a bee pollinating a flower that’s the best swatting flies fresh bed sheets overcoming suffering that’s the best apposing the rich unpopular opinions fighting for minorities that’s the best vintage finds forgotten promised happy thoughts that’s the best answers a still mind understanding hatred extinguished that’s the best for me.

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Jun 20, 2019

Jun 20, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC

Jahys

My interpretation of Charles Bukowski’s, “the worst and the best”

at the border and in cages it’s the worst in clouds of smog it’s the worst in prisons it’s the worst in foster care homes it’s the worst at the mall at factories at fundraisers for the poor it’s the worst at parties at family gatherings it’s the worst at city hall meetings at schools at movie theaters it’s the worst in the morning in the afternoon in the evening it’s he worst going to bed yellow balloons that’s the best looking at the starts smelling food watching the cow escape the slaughter that’s the best sparkling water a bee pollinating a flower that’s the best swatting flies fresh bed sheets overcoming suffering that’s the best apposing the rich unpopular opinions fighting for minorities that’s the best vintage finds forgotten promised happy thoughts that’s the best answers a still mind understanding hatred extinguished that’s the best for me.

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There's a stench in the air that you can't stop smelling. We live in squalor with rats for pets and corpses swelling. Social workers come round to count living and dead and promise more help but just give us maggot bread. The swells attend fundraisers in latest styles dressed to **** feast on caviar and champagne while my dying child goes still.

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Jul 19, 2023

Jul 19, 2023 at 8:31 PM UTC

BJD

Corpses and Champagne

There's a stench in the air that you can't stop smelling. We live in squalor with rats for pets and corpses swelling. Social workers come round to count living and dead and promise more help but just give us maggot bread. The swells attend fundraisers in latest styles dressed to **** feast on caviar and champagne while my dying child goes still.

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There's a stench in the air that you can't stop smelling. We live in squalor with rats for pets and corpses bloated. Social workers come round to count living and dead and promise more help but just give us maggot bread. The swells attend fundraisers in latest styles dressed to **** feast on caviar and champagne while my dying child goes stiff.

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Jul 3, 2021

Jul 3, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC

BJD

Champagne and Corpses

There's a stench in the air that you can't stop smelling. We live in squalor with rats for pets and corpses bloated. Social workers come round to count living and dead and promise more help but just give us maggot bread. The swells attend fundraisers in latest styles dressed to **** feast on caviar and champagne while my dying child goes stiff.

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i used to hate myself but i realized how selfish that was i know what it feels like to have nothing but have everything everything but electricity so my family doesn't have lights but we keep the 40 or so inch t.v i go to church and feel unworthy i don't know why people like me i just realized i beg for attention even now talking about me it's getting kind of tiring i want to make a difference but the one thing that stops me the fact that everybody seems to watch me the spotlight seems to make me a living target even my friend started to make fun of me because of the solos people give me and it's not my fault if i could choose i would only sing at fundraisers so i'm not getting credit but i'm not gonna feel bad for my responsibility so get over it people expect less of me then i can give or more than i can offer so maybe there's a balance yes i hate the spotlight no nobody knows not even my friends or family know how hi my vocal range goes because thats not the point and i know only like 10 people will see this but i don't wanna seem like this is for the saying "God bless"

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC

Riot-Worsley

hurting happiness

i used to hate myself but i realized how selfish that was i know what it feels like to have nothing but have everything everything but electricity so my family doesn't have lights but we keep the 40 or so inch t.v i go to church and feel unworthy i don't know why people like me i just realized i beg for attention even now talking about me it's getting kind of tiring i want to make a difference but the one thing that stops me the fact that everybody seems to watch me the spotlight seems to make me a living target even my friend started to make fun of me because of the solos people give me and it's not my fault if i could choose i would only sing at fundraisers so i'm not getting credit but i'm not gonna feel bad for my responsibility so get over it people expect less of me then i can give or more than i can offer so maybe there's a balance yes i hate the spotlight no nobody knows not even my friends or family know how hi my vocal range goes because thats not the point and i know only like 10 people will see this but i don't wanna seem like this is for the saying "God bless"

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