"romanticing" poems - Hello Poetry

Where will this take us now? Is it us who outruly guiding us as we march dramaticly to the next room? Will it be us who slams the door shut, or will we be boxed in with some automatic door opening and closing as more and more people come right in? Will we move along romanticing every little acomplishment we do, or will we morbidly and silently stubble on as we are poked and proded to keep moving? Will we finally rest as we see fit, or will we be told we have done enough? We all can easily anwser this in a way most people would generaly. We could stubernly and pridefuly declare that nothing shakles and moves us from one feeding trough to the next. We could so easily be just another rebel with a hollow cause that eagerly awaits to rip open the binds of all those around him, and finally take his spot in the limelight of respect and admirition. We can continue to dream and strive to be the philisophical moses of our generation, and lead our fellow brothers and sisters into a time where we all walk at our own pase, we all slam the doors we ourselves opened, and take any path we wish to travel in a way we feel best suits us. We could all be the one to hold on to the chains, or let the cattle go, but all of us are simply black sheep. So again I ask, who? I do not know, but I non the less seek an anwser. Where will this take us now?

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC

ghodan

Where?

Where will this take us now? Is it us who outruly guiding us as we march dramaticly to the next room? Will it be us who slams the door shut, or will we be boxed in with some automatic door opening and closing as more and more people come right in? Will we move along romanticing every little acomplishment we do, or will we morbidly and silently stubble on as we are poked and proded to keep moving? Will we finally rest as we see fit, or will we be told we have done enough? We all can easily anwser this in a way most people would generaly. We could stubernly and pridefuly declare that nothing shakles and moves us from one feeding trough to the next. We could so easily be just another rebel with a hollow cause that eagerly awaits to rip open the binds of all those around him, and finally take his spot in the limelight of respect and admirition. We can continue to dream and strive to be the philisophical moses of our generation, and lead our fellow brothers and sisters into a time where we all walk at our own pase, we all slam the doors we ourselves opened, and take any path we wish to travel in a way we feel best suits us. We could all be the one to hold on to the chains, or let the cattle go, but all of us are simply black sheep. So again I ask, who? I do not know, but I non the less seek an anwser. Where will this take us now?

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Do you ever shave? Just so you could play with a blade And smile? Even though inside you're only scared Everyone worked and won, Everyone came and now is gone While I lay here on my bed, In dark, with my skin gone wrong Do you ever spend hopeless days? And the nights romanticing your grave Or is it just me? The one who laughs but all in vain I have become an ugly mess And I'ld look disgusting, I confess Even if I put on red lipstick And a good dress

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC

annie07

A Cry For Help

Do you ever shave? Just so you could play with a blade And smile? Even though inside you're only scared Everyone worked and won, Everyone came and now is gone While I lay here on my bed, In dark, with my skin gone wrong Do you ever spend hopeless days? And the nights romanticing your grave Or is it just me? The one who laughs but all in vain I have become an ugly mess And I'ld look disgusting, I confess Even if I put on red lipstick And a good dress

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I'd like for you to stop romanticizing death. For suicide to be considered the last option. Because it's a permanent solution to a temporary problem. And I can assure you, you will survive. I've witnessed one person lose their life, blood streaming to the floor with terrified eyes. I had another attempt to take her life just last week, swallowing pills like they were candy, until their scream of "betrayl" meant nothing. My best friend struggles everyday, do fight the urge to paint her wrist, the razor her utensil. So please stop romanticing these things. Stop saying "It's not selfish" or "They just don't understand". Because we do, you just won't let us help.

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC

vivian-m-lockwood

Untitled

I'd like for you to stop romanticizing death. For suicide to be considered the last option. Because it's a permanent solution to a temporary problem. And I can assure you, you will survive. I've witnessed one person lose their life, blood streaming to the floor with terrified eyes. I had another attempt to take her life just last week, swallowing pills like they were candy, until their scream of "betrayl" meant nothing. My best friend struggles everyday, do fight the urge to paint her wrist, the razor her utensil. So please stop romanticing these things. Stop saying "It's not selfish" or "They just don't understand". Because we do, you just won't let us help.

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My eyes opened wide, I fall into a daze. Sun bathed in everything that is unholy, I'm sure you would make love with me, If I only got the chance to ask, You speak in riddles & second glances, Always romanticing.

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC

madison-moskowitz

A one night stand

My eyes opened wide, I fall into a daze. Sun bathed in everything that is unholy, I'm sure you would make love with me, If I only got the chance to ask, You speak in riddles & second glances, Always romanticing.

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