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Parents Break HeartsParents break hearts
I guess it's only natural
You trust them from the very start
They tell you they're the one to call
And you take them for every word
Because it's what you've always heard
At least until you lose it all
Or maybe you didn't know them in the first place
But always dreamed of their perfection
Their open arms and smiling faces
Looking back at your reflection
They're ruining your life without doing a thing
By always leaving you questioning
What you did to be left the lonely one
Either way they get your soul for countless years
As you try to go along with life
And either you're left in tears
Cause they just love to twist that knife
Staying or leaving, nobody can win
I guess it just sucks to be anyone's kin
Yet still more and more become husband and wife
I've started thinking family is a curse
You always end up filled with pain and lies
I really can't tell which part is worse
But it always ends when the love dies
It hurts to be cared for cause one day it’s done
Poem for PeopleThese are the words
For every weakened heart
sitting, screaming, in the dark
For every girl and boy
who hides quietly in the light
These are the words
For every single soul
who needs something to help them make it through another day
because this poem doesn't get life anyway
This is a line
For every lie you've told
from fear of getting locked away
For every time you've apologized
and didn't mean it
This is a line
For when you finally put your heart on paper and realize
no one will ever understand
because brains aren't supposed to work like that
This is a stanza
For every smile
that last ounce of sanity took away
For every thought that's too genius to speak
because this world will make it something ugly
This is a stanza
For every time you wondered if normal thoughts are really better at all
because those better chemicals haven't gotten humans that much good
This is poem
For every doubt that you're ever had
that you're even really human at all
For those of us who really are
Tell Me, Teach MeTell me about truth
Teach me about my heart
Because you seem to know
More about it than I do
Tell me about love
Teach me what it feels like
And what I'm supposed to do
To finally find it
Tell me about me
Teach me who I really am
Because you knew all my secrets
Even when I screamed that they weren't true
Tell me about life
Teach me how to laugh and cry
Because someday, I want to make something
Of myself, if it'll make you proud
Tell me a story
Teach me about beauty
Because everything I knew
I threw out with the razors
Tell me about happiness
Teach me how to not be afraid
Because this fear is overwhelming
When it all feels so good
Tell me how you are so perfect
Teach me how you can give me so much
And just remain there, beautiful and untainted
For all the future, for all the hearts
Tell me about you
Teach me how to ever repay you
For all you've done for me
Society's End“And they all lived happily ever after.”
That’s right, Nanny, shut the book and the lie.
You forgot about the part where they all have to die
The prince, the princess, and the whole of the kingdom
And me, and you, and us, everyone
But don’t be afraid of the bomb and the gun
The blood and the pain are just part of the story
So open your heart to the end of the tale
And watch the world’s pedestal finally fail
Go ahead and sit there, be ignorant, be dumb
The children may not know, the adults may be blind
But I know the truth about all of mankind
With war and pollution, hate and religion
We’ve all doomed ourselves, and only make it worse
The more we advance, the faster the curse
Lay down, say goodnight, or stay awake with me
I’ll be watching the sunrise the very last time
Whether it be natural, or a world-ending crime
Happily ever after, we’ll lie in our graves
As we’re burned to a crisp or shot down to bleed
I’ll be smiling, laug
UntitledI often wonder just how I get by,
But more importantly, I'm wondering why.
I can't figure out why I bother to try,
When all that I do is naught but a lie.
Tragedy“Have you finished your tragedy yet?”
“I wish,” you sigh, turning your eyes toward the sky. The air is cleaner today. You can see some faint layers of blue beyond the normal brown tint of the atmosphere. It soothes your corroding lungs as you take deep, appreciative breaths.
“You only just started it, haven’t you?” Quinn asks, sounding not quite wary. More like frayed around the edges of his interest in life. He’s walking next to you, hands in his jean pockets in the usual Quinn fashion.
“You know me so well,” you mutter quietly. It’s a struggle to not become so mesmerized by the streaks of glaucous high overhead that you lose track of the conversation.
“Well enough to know how much trouble you bring upon yourself by not finishing in time, Victor.”
“I’ll be fine, Quinn. You don’t need to worry so much. When are they going to be picked up, anyway?”
“The day after tomorrow.
I'll Hate To Be Me...
"I'll Hate To Be Me When People Find Out What This Poem Is About"
I'll borrow words from all my favourite paragraphs
Because I'm tongue tied and terrified of what I'll say
So let me think of how to word it
I know that words aren't enough
To confess all the faith that I have in you
I swear that this meant everything to me
The last something that meant anything
Cause I'm messed up and you know that I can't help it
You saved my life, and I don't think I'll ever find the words to say
"You're all I've got right now, no one else figures out this feeling"
(Do you hurt the way that I do?)
And honestly I have been begging for answers that you and only you can give to me
And I'd give you my heart as an offering
Knowing that for someone, you're an angel sent to save
And the pieces left that love has changed just saved everything
And you swore you saw me laughing, and I swore I saw you smile
It felt like a good night for dancing in the moonlight
So we laughed at the stars and we shared everything
Godly Relationships 9: How Far Is Too Far?How far is too far? It's a question that lots of people ask themselves. And to discover the answer, think about it like this: the Bible teaches that your body isn't just a body, it's a temple-God's temple. And if you're dating a person who won't keep their hands to themselfs, they're trying to trash that temple. Don't let them do it!
Remember: it's not okay to trash the temple "just a little bit", don't trash it at all. Father's order.
Social AnxietyIt’s hard to explain, but I’ll give it a try
It’s being afraid of people
Please don’t ask, I don’t know why
I am the quiet one,
The lonely shy girl who sits by herself
A girl without many friends
Cause I can’t seem to speak to anyone else
My throat gets tight
And my heart starts to pound
I try to talk
But I can’t make a sound
I hate this horrible self conscious fear
That’s always around
I always feel lonely
When I sit by myself
Tucked away from the world
Like a book on a shelf
There’s nothing I hate more
Than when people ask me “why are you so quiet”
Because they don’t see
This hurting pain inside me
I have this fear that never goes away
Muting my voice each and every day
It’s constantly controlling me
Locking me inside like a prison warder
It’s my Social Anxiety Disorder
Suicidal SaviorNo matter how hard i try to make others happy, even when im not, it still isnt enough
I quietly suffer, while everyone else just enjoys the happiness they have
Even in plain site i cry, and no one comes to help me, no one even realizes
I play my part as the empty shell of nothing, focusing my attention on everyone else even when my heart is broken in two
they all say they care, they all think they understand, they all have no idea what im going through
I hear the voices that aren't there, i see the shadows that have no person, and i feel the sorrow that is my only reality
And you say you know what im going through, yet you have no idea what its like to be me
To not know whats real, whats not real, to have absolutely no one...no one who can come and save you
So im sorry im not happy, im sorry i dont care, im sorry that i exist
I'm sorry that i think i matter, to even have the thought that you should care
But no matter how hard i try, i must believe that one person does care
SufferingI'm the high school girl who sits alone at lunch.
I'm the boy who's teased for not taking a punch.
I'm the nerd who's only friends are her books.
Because the words they say about her stick like hooks.
I'm the homeless old man who ignores the peoples glares.
I'm the little boy who cries because he thinks nobody cares.
I'm the freak who tries so hard to act like she can blend.
But she knows she'll never really be accepted in the end.
I'm the orphan boy who is left week after week.
I'm the girl who's so depressed that she chooses not to speak.
I'm the grad student who's life has been so rough.
Yet he's finding that still his earnings aren't enough.
I'm the girl who sobs in her closet every night.
I'm the girl who's too tired to put up a decent fight.
I'm the guy who thinks that he should end his life,
So his parents have a chance to get over all their strife.
I'm the mom who wonders if her kids are doing fine.
I'm the man who competes because his job is on the line.
I'm the thirteen year
Knives And PensThe children seek as they come face to face with the blade,
Looking into the distance,
watching the every move that it makes,
They move across the darkness away from pins and needles of pain
The girl runs from the blade,
It follows after, not wanting to let go
All the pain and suffering catches up,
Never leaving her side,
as if it is waiting for something to happen
She wants it to end,
to be able to forget all the pain that was caused
She wants all to end
taking hold of the knife
suffering ends as she places the to her throat
blanking out as she says her final goodbye...
Cierra, 2005seven year-old prey
for juvie girls
eleven and thirteen
with sloppy hair
and sloppy clothes,
bragging about broken noses
bloody faces, and the places
they were forced to go
as though it even mattered to me
in the wake
of a seven year old crying
because iron plated hearts
don't know how / don't care to stop
forgotten little girl
i took her in at 12
when the nurses and the techs
could not break us apart
little girl with a broken heart, she
told me that her parents
didn't want her
why are you so nice to me
she asked when i talked down the angry giants,
and i said aloud, i said to her
because you're still worth caring for
A flowing river
That never seems to stop.
A sensation that can open your eyes
To the true world around you.
A C.D. on repeat,
A never ending way to live your life until.
A creeping stranger
That has somehow learned the secrets of your life.
Not a whisper can pass your lips,
Not a breath can fill your lungs.
The pain has stopped,
And the torture has ended.
Beautiful SuicideThe painful truth of death
Can be so beautiful
It’s more common than life itself
There is no angel of death
That will come for my soul
The beauty of a suicide
Comes from your own control
The selfishness of humans
Is no reason to shy
For if you wish to opt out
It’s your own choice to die
Your mother will weep
Your lover will cry
They’ll point at the heavens
And shout and ask why
But the sky has no answers
Your prayers are all lies
There’s no one to answer
Your pathetic cries
I sit alone crying
It’s dark and I’m bleeding
My death is my aim
And it seems I’m succeeding
Fear of death cannot save me
Nor any love of life
All the love in the world
Cannot stop my own knife
I swallow mortality
I know I am ending
I know now all my living
Was just me pretending
Magic WandDragons fly through poison skies, their whispers in the wind
Ladybugs in black sandcastles, scratches on your skin
Hopscotch over quicksand, and a castle made of dirt
Shining silver crowns and dancing 'round in spinning skirts
Bloody, ruined princesses locked up in towers tall
Watching as the prince quickly begins to fall
Slowly, as the innocence does take her darling life
Please do watch now, as the magic wand becomes a knife...
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