"thoses" poems
when I am writing I want to tell a story. sometimes thoses stories are not what the mind wants to read. but I want the heart to be forced to feel.
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paramedic 1: "young girl age 17, fought out to be, way more then she was meant to be"
silence fills the ambulance
paramedic 2: "has a few open wounds around the eyes, mouth and even missing a tooth"
the girl moves her finger
paramedic 1: "it's a sign"
paramedic 2: "yeah she's breathing but that doesn't mean she's alive, you can tell by her eyes. she has lost her sparkel".
paramedic 1: "she must have been here before cause she's fighting, even when she's already gone....she's still trying".
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Worries in life
★Are just a bad dream★
When they begin to occur
Pinch yourself awake so
You float into the
Realization that things just
Aren't as bad as the seem
Let your brain realize
○ºEach morning brings forthº○
A new sunrise
Thoses worries you carried
In the past were gracefully conquered
They had no purpose
They did not last
Today step forth
++Knowing you are alive++
Be thankful for this day
Live life to the fullest
Do your best to strive
Glowing with a smile is
:-D Guaranteed to be :-D
Less stressful than worries
in life so realize
Each vibrant moment
Be happy to be
ALIVE
♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡
:-D
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
I am the black and white.
All the violence that exists.
The fight in you, or flight of them.
The heat that blood implied.
So never did I think my hate,
would fashion itself well.
Shake me with my soul to slip,
to loose let claret drip.
That kept within a box,
with transparent chains.
Fixed to glassy walls,
hitched with failing reins.
Is my own eye through wich I see
rebirth upon repass.
For this anger does ablige.
This tunnel of no light.
With not a chance i find thee love
As darkness does amass
For pity has not voice in me.
Quarrel or appall.
The child has now gone away,
So up and down i fall.
For If I choose want of greed
The better unto me.
And time much better spent
With all such reapings heed.
So is it then a soul undone?
Most do find it bent.
"my own will'', my choosing time!
With furies made to vent.
thoses yearning hearts will never do.
They will often sink.
Slink away with time,
And dance to there own tune.
"So Would I then find thee well"?
After this our play.
Wish thee hell and hope again
We meet another day
so to then, you never find
a broken warreng heart
Will i find, ii put my hate
Black as coal and unforgiving,
Indistructable.
The thought of you,
The good with flaw,
The me who cannot stay.
Is not the man I wish to be,
And ever cast away.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC
I'm THAT person.
You know the one.
The one you want to impale with a blunt object.
You will be texting them and you will disagree on something.
So they will tell you why they are right
And you will send them all these brilliant arguments about why you are right
And they will respond...
By correcting your grammar.
Yes, THAT right there, is ME.
Is it REALLY that hard though?
There is:
There, their, and they're.
Your, yore, and you're.
My friends and I.
NOT my friends and me.
If you're going to upset me, please,
Just kick me in the head or slam a hammer into my face but PLEASE do not say oxes. It's OXEN!.
And don't even get me started on it's and its.
When you mess that up... just ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
It hurts me! Really! Agonizing torture!
One day I'm going to snap and vandalize a billboard.
When I get arrested for that, the sad part will be that
It will be because I was correcting the "Got Milk?" Ad.
Got milk.
Got. Milk.
I'm sorry, GOT milk?!!
Did you mean do you HAVE any milk?!!
But police don't feel that improper grammar is a good excuse for the defacing of property.
Yes, yes, yes I KNOW I'm a grammar ****
But do you know what? I wouldn't have to be one if people would quit MURDERING the English language!!
So please, before I spontaneously combust.
Get. It. Right.
Repost if yous Is one of thoses persons whose bothereded bye theses stuffs and badder grammar makeses yous madder then any others peopleses on earth.
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my work and really anything else you have to say!
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Open your eyes
To the beauty around you
Open your mind
To the wondes of life
Open youe heart
To thoses who love you
And always
BE YOUR SELF
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 9:04 PM UTC
you held me back with thoses think , nasty ,hurtful chains
I conserved my strength
I brock the chain you held me by
im free of you
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
All theses thoughts in my head,theses racing thoughts that wont give me a min of peace.
The voices always telling me im worthless,ugly,trash,a lying ***** that'll never amount to anything or every have anything out of life if i.
Thoses same voices telling me im better off dead everyone would be better if i wasnt in existence anymore,then i look at my family and wish every day to be normal for them.
Normal is all ive wanted my whole life instead of crazy **** going on and constantly around me that makes me look bad and that im ******* every one in the world.
Is it really that hard for him to love me and want me for the rest of ourlives.
Will he every forgive me for the five mistakes i made when we were first brought together and that i hid it from him cause i feared losing my eternal love im sorry mylove for lying so long but even now i show you proof and tell you exactly whats on my mind and never lie to you again.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
It was an undocumented immigrant,
There’s no doubt,
Who killed that missing girl
On her running route.
Makes you wanna holler,
Makes you wanna shout!
We gotta throw
Thoses brown skin ******** out!
It’s a **** shame,
That he chose to ****
Those who hate immigrants,
Now always will.
For them all it does
Is add more grist to the mill
And now all those haters
Will not be still
For them it doesn’t seem
To be outta order,
To separate brown families
Who cross the border.
Place their babies in cages,
And make their time here shorter
We’re becoming
The world’s number one transporter
He’s already incorporated it,
In his speech.
It’s tailor made for the hate
He likes to teach
To the limited audience
Within his reach
Who cling to him
Like sand does to a beach
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:48 AM UTC
The Year has come to an end. No more time for laughter and fun for we must graduate and practice is ahead
There will be tears and maybe a laugh or two. Saying goodbye to those we once knew.
People we were friends with going to different schools. But we won't say goodbye. That would mean the end. We'll say See you later in hopes it really might come true.
There will be Yearbook signing and hugging our favorite teachers. Cleaning out our lockers laughing at the things we kept for no reason. Turning in late homeworks in hopes it's not too late.
This is the end of middle school but the beginning of a whole new life. We did the same thing for elementary and we'll do the same thing for college. Parting with thoses who helped us grow. And finding those who help us even more. Middle school was fun but I can't stay forever. It's time for me to grow my wings and Fly away into my new life.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
How can something that was once there, suddenly disappear in the land of forgotten things? Can you ever get back from this land, or is the journey a one way ticket into oblivion? When you are lost, do you disappear, or do you hang on? Do you exist, can you exist in a world that does not remember you? In a world where no one, nothing looks out for you? Are you still human if no one cares? Or do you become this memory wandering in the path of memories, sometimes thought about but never wished back?
Is it the reason why people **** themselves? Because they left the land of the living by accident, realized it all of a sudden, tried to get back there but realized no one wished them back? Maybe that's what fairies are. People who ended their lives because they were lost, and were offered the possibilities to grow wings and come back to grant wished to those who were getting so lost, the only resort was to wish upon a star to help them be found? Maybe, when you are truly lost, you cn never be found again. Maybe, if you get lost, no matter how many times you **** yourself to be found again, it just ends up killing you anyway. Mayeb there is no escape.
Getting lost must be awful. But getting lost and never finding your way back… that… It knows no pain. You belong in a pit of depthless sorrow and missing objects no one ever bothered to claim. And even as you disappear, you realize it may be the last time you ever see the light.
Being found, though? I wish I knew that feelings. But I can only imagine. The explosion of your heart as it breaks only to build itself up again. The tights chest suddenly relieved from all the pain. And the eyes of the person who found you. Thoses stay forever engraved in your mind, their name on your lips and their soul on your heart.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
When my phone lights up I hope its you, but when I turn it on I see there isn't a message from you.
I get sad and I put it down, then I make a wish that you would call me again like old times.
But all we have our the memories that still haunt me.
When I hear your name my smile disappear and the thoughs come back.
I wish you could see me, I wish you could hear me and I wish you were mine again.
I miss you.
My phone lighs up
I don't bother to look at it.
But how would I know it was gonna be you this time.
How would of I know that you would call me this time.
How would of I known that you called to get me back.
That is what I though anyway.
You only called to tell me...to leave you alone.
That was the day I couldn't sleep.
I couldn't eat.
I couldn't stop crying.
Because you said thoses words
Those words that broke me
But still
to this day
I wait
Fot that call
just maybe, just maybe
you would
want me back
just as much as I want you back
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
What do you are have to say about redemption for us
Hopeless we were born with it as christain
But what about thoses who not christain and who donnot go to church it is for all the word redeem to come back at again and start oveanr A dream have everyone come to know christ our redeemer and we remebef thatchrist Jesus paid the way by redrmption of sins
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
My eye's are fuzzy
I feel cold and gray
These feelings I get
Make me sick
These feelings
That I love you
They hurt once and awhile
They bring me self pity
Feelings I don't like
That minute has passed
I'll shake my head
So I don't wish you for dead
I start to write
About my terrible past
About the life we had
Thoses days are now over
Why don't they leave my head
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC