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DisrespectIn my life I get mistreated everywhere I turn,
But when you look at me I smile,
You would think at least she’s
having a great life.
Never judge it’s never true.
I’m a girl that loves to help others,
But inside I want to come out,
and show people how it feels to be ran over
and not get to say how you feel.
This girl is tired of getting hurt,
beaten down, to the point that
I can’t take anymore.
I just want to get alone with everybody,
But some people don’t allow it,
And that’s most of the people I know.
Why disrespect someone that hasn't
done anything to you!!
I’m ready for the real girl to come out.
Life is to short to take bullshit
from people that have no control of your life!!
Disrespecting people want get you anywhere in life.
Respect every person you see.
One day you could be in there shoes.
Keep smiling it heals the soul!!
Please Come BackMy friend,
you helped me more than you know,
every time I see your work I remember the times we shared.
the times you helped me fix problems,
and give advice!
At this time in my life I really need a friends advice,
and I can honestly say I trust you,
my friend come back to me.
your words speak so true and kind,
I've never forgotten or left you behind,
I go back in time,
but yet still no sign.
I wish you the best luck in this life and hope
that I hear from
my friend in time.
I miss hearing from you My Friend
Stupid DreamsStupid dreams,
What I want to know is how can you
forget something if It comes back in your dreams?
You wake up crying
because people that you left behind for good reasons,
Things that happened that you wished never did,
And it still haunts you at every corner you turn.
Why want my mind let it go,
Why does it have to remind me of the past?
All I hear from people is you need to let it go,
That's the past,
It will only hurt you if you hold on to it.
Well I'm not holding on to it,
It pops up in my dreams,
I wake up with tears rolling down my face,
I don't want this,
I'm tired of dreaming of people that I loved,
With the feeling of getting heartbroken over and over.
Every time I have a dream the pain gets stronger.
Why do we even have dreams?
Everybody says dreams are better than real life,
I have nightmares,
I want them to stop.
Who wants to wake up crying?
Over something that should have been put in the past,
Feeling the pai
If I CouldIf I could,
I would say what was on my mind,
I would give out my heart to the world,
And not be afraid of what they would say,
I would tell them how I feel,
And what keeps running through my mind
All day and every day,
The feeling of not knowing how to handle it,
Or if it's really who I am.
If I could,
I would scream it out loud,
Telling the ones I love without any doubt,
But I can't,
I don't know if it's true,
People would see me different,
Like I would do so myself,
So tell me how you can tell someone something
When you don't even know that it's true in your own heart?
The feelings, the thoughts, and the hate toward yourself
Telling you it's not you,
That it's wrong,
If you could,
What would you do?
Beautiful KidsHe never thought of this happening,
he was with a girl he knew for a while,
he loved her,
she was his dream come true,
everything a guy would cherish,
then it all changed,
he got tired of her
and her bull,
then less then three years down the
road he got an email,
" You have a daughter",
he never got to see her be born,
but when he met her it was a very
like she knew him her whole life,
his life changed from then on,
he stopped doing drugs,
and changed his attitude,
everything was not the same,
then his babies mother told him
"If you don't marry me you can't see
her ever again",
well he felt like he had to do it,
he didn't wanna lose his beautiful daughter,
his heart beat for her,
she's all he cared about,
he wanted to be there for her,
and down the road he got a son,
and the same thing he didn't get to
see him be born,
how cold can someone be,
to not let the father see his kids be born,
he took her bull,
and did the best h
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
Raspy Hill"I don't quite feel like myself."
I haven't for a while now.
My mind seems displaced,
Like it's wandered too far away.
"I've been having strange dreams lately."
Images of strange creatures dance in my sleep.
I don't know them but I know they are malicious.
What do they want?
"But now you're here and I'll make you feel right at home."
My saviour, my protector.
You'll guard me from this evil.
"Welcome to Raspy Hill."
This is my hell.
And you'll join me.
I'll make sure of it.
"Enjoy your stay."
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
I know when I'm alive,
I can feel pain of you not with me,
I can feel the pain of missing you,
all I do is wish to be in your arms,
and never want to leave them,
that's how I know
I get mad,
I miss past memories,
I wish I could change things,
I'm happy knowing your mine,
when we hold hands,
my heart beats so fast,
it feels like it could bust,
when we kissed,
for the first time,
the world stopped,
that's how I know
gives me hope,
I love you,
would die for you,
and would give you the world,
baby that's how I know,
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