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This is not a poem about
love or drugs you see.
It is simply a poem about
How cruel life can be.
How the good die young
And the evil grow old.
How the innocent are cursed
And the convicted are free to roam.
This is not a poem designed
To make you feel depressed.
But rather to tell the truth
So we know what to expect.
We seem to live in a world
Gone completely haywire.
Where everyone is a poser
And parents are nothing but liars.
In a perfect world
There is nothing but happiness.
But as you can see, this poem
Proves quite the opposite.
In the real world my friend
There is hate, crime and corruption.
Where people stand by
And watch this mass destruction.
This poem was not written
To make you challenge your beliefs.
But let me ask you my friend,
Are you ready to face reality?
love or drugs you see.
It is simply a poem about
How cruel life can be.
How the good die young
And the evil grow old.
How the innocent are cursed
And the convicted are free to roam.
This is not a poem designed
To make you feel depressed.
But rather to tell the truth
So we know what to expect.
We seem to live in a world
Gone completely haywire.
Where everyone is a poser
And parents are nothing but liars.
In a perfect world
There is nothing but happiness.
But as you can see, this poem
Proves quite the opposite.
In the real world my friend
There is hate, crime and corruption.
Where people stand by
And watch this mass destruction.
This poem was not written
To make you challenge your beliefs.
But let me ask you my friend,
Are you ready to face reality?
Literature
You Say
You say,
I'm beatiful,
I'm overreacting,
I'm not FAT.
For one day,
switch with me.
You will see the
stares.
You will hear the
jokes.
Image being afraid
to look in a mirror.
Bet you didn't realize
that if you saw my fat leg
you'd see scars,
that I keep hidden from you.
Literature
Never Again
Never again will i trust so willingly
Never again will allow someone to break me again
To bind me with chains to them
To let vines with thick thorns grow around my heart
To love so much
To be crushed again like another bug on the wall
My heart was long ago broken
There are so many pieces
I cant put it back together
Somebody help me
Somebody help me pick up the pieces
But nobody will
All that helps is the razor on my skin
The blood that drips drips drips
The drops turning to flower pedals floating in the wind
So pretty
Why are they fading away?
Death comes on skeleton wings spread high
Literature
Between Heartbeats
We hold in our kiss what you once called the beauty of a fading dream,
The light to what seems to be a way of desperation,
Or perhaps just one to break down my seams.
Your touch calls upon my skin waves upon waves of trembling need,
Leaving me in fear of your breath-taking little smiles,
A chance to lose my mind to this consolation of love in between.
But I'm the one who has been preaching the lack of beauty in a fading dream,
Lighting the light in making our own unfading dreams,
And to perhaps hoping to fall in love somewhere in between.
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Has the perfect wording and feel to it. This is written beautifully.