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You broke me down, You built me up, You made me stronger, You made me tough.

Ive been to war, Through hell and back, I came back empty, Soul broken and cracked.

I've missed many days, Missed many nights with my family I hold so tight.

Birthdays, Christmas, Opening day, Making the playoffs ,even school plays

don't get me wrong, I did this by choice, But now that I'm "broken" I have no voice.

I want to stay, You say no, You're broken soldier you must go.

you say speak up, It's ok, The Army is different in this day in age.

We care about you, We want you to succeed, You have what?...PTSD

I know I said talk, That it was okay, But something like that, Doesn't go away.

We can't give you a gun, Got to take back them boots, They say that it happens, People snap and they shoot.

I'm sorry to tell you, But that just ain't true, I'm a soldier a veteran I did this for you.

Now I'm left with memories of people and places.

Along with new ones.
People's faces, When I say I was in.
But now I'm out.
They ask me why
I cry and I shout.
who was pushed out.
- Spc.Katherine Parker 

Copyright © katherine Parker | Year Posted 2015

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Cry of A Successful Man

With love comes consequence
With hope comes failure
With triumph comes fear
With peace comes worry
With riches comes pain
With poverty comes envy

Copyright © Apolo Amai | Year Posted 2013

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crazy beautiful

I'm crazy beautiful 
or plainly insane
I consider insanity 
to be a personal gain
perpetual bliss
or so the surface shows
hidden secrets
no one can know
inside i want to scream and shout
im a jigsaw puzzle 
with a million broken pieces to figure out
I'm an intricate web
you try and untangle
dont get to close
you may fall and strangle
my scratch is a cut
that sorefully deepens
a painfull wound 
in which my memories seep from
I'm a gift to the world 
one nobody can keep
I must be plainly insane 
my beauty is only skin deep

Copyright © Catrina Hanz | Year Posted 2013

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Better Peices

You were old and new all at once
A deadly temptation 
A glitch in my solid nature
And so I dove head first
And as I did I watched the pieces
Of me break away
To reveal an alien 
A rawness, a vulnerability 
I had never thought I possessed
Yet there I was 
And there you were unchanged 
And unaware that I was scrambling 
For my better peices

Copyright © Sarah Muldoon | Year Posted 2014

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Eternally Bound

I finally see my scars disappear
I can safely say I found a cure
We enjoyed the warmth of the sun
And felt the joy of fun
We’re together again as promised
And more in love than when we first kissed
That was when I saw the clouds start to cover the sun
I grabbed your hand and started to run
I looked back at your beauty and grace
And see the flesh melt from your face
I feel the scars start to reappear and bleed
Sheets of rain blanket us and the wind picks up speed
The ground bursts into flames with demons appearing out of thin air
I close my eyes, holding on to the skeleton hand and say a prayer.

Copyright © Djinn Ortiz | Year Posted 2016

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Maybe she doesn't take the covers
Off her furniture because she
Doesn't want it to feel like home

Maybe she painted the walls black
Because her favourite colour was

Maybe she threw her vinyl records
Off the fourteenth floor because
She adored them so much

Maybe she drank whisky a little
Too much because it reminded
Her of her father's breath

Maybe she broke all the frames
On her shelf because they were
Her mother's favourites

Maybe she liked to stare at flames
And ashes because it resembled
Her childhood

And maybe that's why she returned
The flowers he gave her because she
Didn't want to ruin him too.

15th of September, Tuesday


Copyright © Melisha Kaur | Year Posted 2015

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Still, we rejoice

I see the glistening water,
I see the glittering stars...
The darkest night of the decade,
We've not yet gone through the slaughter...

I want to sleep, but can't let go
The beautiful sight, when the ship row...
Though we've worked all day and dusk,
We have the night for us to bow...

Our lives are glooming through all day,
And then comes the delicious ways,
Of making simple soup and bread,
Still we rejoice, and still, we pray…

We hear the screaming slaves all day,
And when the sombre night comes through
We let the rotten smell away,
Of bodies clinging on our way

Still, we rejoice, we think it hard,
We never let ourselves apart,
Because we know, some day, light will come,
And take all the sadness in a cart...
                                                   - Adhyatmika Tripathi

Copyright © Adhyatmika Tripathi | Year Posted 2017

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Hey everyone, I'm 16 and this is my first 
poem that i've ever posted. I would like to 
know your thoughts, and thank you for 
your time! 

The night is dark and silent
The thoughts come rolling in
And hour after hour
I wonder where you've been

If you ever think of me
In this deep dark night?
As when the moon above us shines
It's possible that you might

At one point we were one
So long ago it seems a crime
But our bond is of a love
One that will outlast time

If I ever saw you again
I'd ask how you've been keeping?
All I'd need is just one look
Our time all too fleeting

To say that I don't miss you
Would be an outright lie
Without you I am lost
I'm barely getting by

I wonder where you are
When we're so far apart
You're already gone
But never from my heart

I can't ever let it out 
Or the sadness will grow
So until we meet again
It's best you don't know

So it's at night in the darkness
Where I think of you
And the night isn't black
But a dark shade of blue

Copyright © Juliet McDonald | Year Posted 2013

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Damaged people are dangerous
 because we know how to make hell feel like home
We wear a disguise everyday
 to prove that there in nothing wrong 
But in reality 
Everyday is like a different type of downfall 
Like your Waking up to the sounds of your own alarm 
But laying there still in your own mind
They say that the broken ones are the artist
 and I really think its true
In art you can express more then what’s on the outside view 
Its like your own kind of cry for help 
Your own kind of open shelf 
Your canvas that’s only made for you
But soon enough everything stops
They say when having depression 
You begin to forget when you lost interest in the those other things  
And you’ll realize that you have been doing nothing for so long 
That you wish that you could just go back 
Like going back would make everything better
Sometimes you’ll  set back and wonder 
Where did everything go wrong 

People will asks you the same questions
 what changed 
What’s different 
Why so distant 
And all you can answer with is fine 
People have chapters that they don’t read out loud 
And right now this is yours

Sometimes you go through a time where you pretend to be so happy
That you almost fall for it yourself
But have you ever realized how small we are
How are life is so meaningless
And that everything could stop in an instant 
Depression is real
Iv saw it, iv felt it, iv lived with it
But the thing is 
We are not alone 
I thought that no one could have possibly understood 
But , maybe now you do

Copyright © Kirea Weekly | Year Posted 2017

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And then

                         Born with pain
                     Grown with misery
                           Lived in dark
                        Longed for love.

               Then you came, As a boon.
        And then sparkles showered all over..
             And then life stared once more..
                            Time flew
           All your promises were broken
                         My heart too

                              You lied 
                           Truth killed
                              You left
                  I was broken so deep
                 And then I looked back
              And then again the old me 
                 And then back to dark

                     Tired of loneliness 
                         Tired of sorrow 
                         Tired of misery 
                           Tired of pain

                             And then.... 
              A rope was around my neck
              Where years back chain was... 

                         Buried so deep
                       My emotions too
                   Now in eternal sleep...

                      And then no pain 
            But still in dark of happiness..

Copyright © Manu Ranjini | Year Posted 2017

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I am a Jewish boy 
I wonder if I will ever survive 
I hear people screaming and crying 
I see skinny people with shaved 
I want to see my family 
I am a Jewish boy 
I pretend to smile 
I feel very scared 
I touch something that feels like a 
I worry if I will ever survive 
I cry when I see dead bodies 
I am a Jewish boy 
I understand someone ought to die 
I say people will survive and 
freedom will come 
I dream that I will survive this 
catastrophic event 
I try to save other people 
I hope for freedom 
I am a Jewish boy

Copyright © Vinnie Magnani | Year Posted 2013

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Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Kadell

Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2013

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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Madam Vampire

Like a burning wildfire she has only one desire
she will flood herself with blood like a blooming rosebud
She will never inquire about her victims despair
or care of their demise as she hides behind her disguise
She will lure with beauty pretending to be pure
as she starts to secure and endure for more
She moves at night with no sign of fright
for her only lust is to strike and bite.

T Reams for my niece Alexis

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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As I stand in a empty street,
Uncontrollably out of my mind.
As the demons rise,
Returning to take back there,
So called pride. 
Don't see why I even tried.
There all way to fried ,
In there own state of mind.
Stepping into the shadows ,
As da voices get louder ,
Waiting for reality ,
To come back together ,
Shortly after I seem to 

Copyright © Chelsey D Moore | Year Posted 2014

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I sit here and i wonder , why i have my soul in my lap and this pen in my hand, i've earn my stripes they said, and the blood is not mine to keep, but as the rounds tumble to the ground i lose more and more of my self , 

  i wake up to the sounds of automatic gun fire,this time ever so close, sweat drips from my body heavily, with only one choice , i move thru  the rocket propelled venom that's spitting thru my walls, i hear there screams as i tumble this body into the night torwards there cries, evil breaks the sound barrier has it rockets passed my head into the crooked pictures on the wall, i arrive , there they are two children, in pure terror , screams you've never heard and never want to. 
   i can only take one ,reaching down, i scoop up a boy, he as well is drenched in sweat, tears ,snot, and drywall,

   i exit the room crouched down i scream to my partner move! grab the girl!! 
here arms are over her head covering it like the depleted uranium rounds wont pierce thru her skull as they pass thru the house , again another piece of venom passes by my head breaking the sound barrier , reminding me , i am all alone , i can not go back , i must move forward leaving them, 

   i run into the never ending darkness with a boy in my arms and his little hands grasp tightly around me, we run , stumble thru the darkness, to are savior , a porcelain bath tub we collapse inside and i pray for the machine gun fire to stop, screaming her name hoping to hear her voice still. i hear nothing .

i dont care if you like this poem ,story whatever you want to call it, and i dont care about spelling errors , or poets or poems, it was solely for my peace.

Copyright © RED FALCON | Year Posted 2015

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Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you

just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, While Words Will Always Hurt Me

Nothing is turning out like I wanted it to.
Everything is now black and blue.
Wrist cut up with a sharp blade.
Blood rushing out like it's being made.
Thoughts of death running through my mind.
Nothing is clear to me, I am blind.
What's going on?
Scissors are suddenly being drawn.
My end is near.
I can see it start to appear.
What you thought were funny jokes.
Made me want to choke.
Prank calls, blocked messages, statuses all calling me names.
You all have caused me so much pain.
Whore, slut, *****, cow, fat, ugly reappearing in my head.
I don't know what to do anymore but lay in my bed.
Who am I supposed to turn to?
I have no one but you.
I dream at nights about not being here anymore.
I don't think I'm a whore.
I have a plan now.
Explain it to me now.
I've got a gun.
It's all been done.
I'm leaving now.
Goodbye everyone, Goodbye forever.

Copyright © Breanna Curry | Year Posted 2013

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Life Is To Short To Worry

Although I Worry A lot...   
Like Having No Money   
Like A Ruff Under My Head..   
Or If Its Save From men..   
I Worry A lot..   
No I'm Not Perfect, Don't Whanna Be , 
Worrying Is Like Stress It Will Kill You Slowly   
I Have Trust Issue With People Who Has Hurt Me   
I hide My Pain So No One See My Hurt And Shame   
I'm In A Abuse Shelter, A  Man Has Abused Me,   
Homeless In A Shelter, Worrying How Ill Get Back On My Feet......   
No Money....   
No Place.....   
Not Happy......   
And Lonely....   
Staying Positive Is Hard For Me   
And Staying Focuses   
Having All These Emotional Going Through My head   
And having PDSD   
Feeling A Prison In The Place I Stay   
Trying To Stay Strong,   
And Also Holding On   
Hoping For Happiness, and Joy   
Wanting Someone To Help me, For A Change   
Waiting On A Miracle To Happen , 
It Feels Like A Waiting Game .. 
Hoping The Worries Can Stop ! 
For Right Now ,I  Worry A lot   
But Soon Something Will Come Along   
Although I Have No Family Or Friends   
I'm A Fighter  Not A Quitter  , 
And Soon Will Be Free From All the feelings That I'm Feel Today

Copyright © Ashley Evans | Year Posted 2016

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Family love

How popular and loved are you? 
I'm not talking the passed by wanna be's,                                    
or those who give you hugs when they see you.                      
Forget about the ones who call themselves your friends,         
while they texted you once in the past seven days if they even tex ted.                                                
You have more than thousand friends on facebook even more twitter followers,                         
how many can you call when you out of bread,                             
forget about the taxi fee when the month is dark.                                               
How many who actually follow you in real life,                                 
forget about those you bbm and send your naked pictures to,                                                      
how many who whatsapp you, 
facebook you without seeing your status updates?                        
forgive me if I'm being paranoid or insensitive.    
they say you are the twerleb, a celeb that is dating Caleb 
but what we see, self hate human being, who post selfies
that  describe the life would you desire.
They say your tweet said " clubbing tonight"
while you were busy cutting yourself under the bed today.  
Your friends used to be, 
are posting picture of their families, 
some selfies of their resent boyfriends named Tim,               
and you still busy posting edited jokes about people,                     
how lonely can it get?                
How lonely are you?                          
Maybe you don't need any of that, 
maybe all you need is family love,  
I may not be the smartest, 

but I have shoulders to give, 
I have tissues to wipe away your tears, 
because I am your family.
we are here for you

Copyright © Ncumisa Siko | Year Posted 2014

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Fall in battles acts for china tyrants all by nemesis bring to them by ways of good or gods. Battle arrays come for nothing fun. Jokes about the wars are not so easy. Juggled history may hide our ethnic sins. Free the Tibet must be good. Hard and harsh are battles forms. Like a spasm our tyrants need to fall. Front and ranks are falling lines. Puffs of winds are tyrants’ heats. All except are rights are laws are upright sues.
Most are struck off one bodily also get the infected with names on books of true reviews of history.
Dirt removed is something clean. Ways are clean and laws should clean. All debugging all are faults in china tyrants’ life. Judges on sides have bribery panels. Mostly they obtain hireling claques for all their fable shows with history. Each of us should wonder what is cost for tyranny killing. Where are gods? What is nemesis? Foremen laws are franking stamps. Laws so contrasts are equal laws and upright justices. Do it always there.
Double dealing all are something bad.
Social ethos some are wrong.
Cultural pluralism some are good for heads to toes.
Cultural tyranny all are fowls that inhumane.
China manic ways will like the politic infiltrations. Reddish dominatrix tyranny comes as evil jokes.
Made destabilize upright put for shaking some for wrong doers are better worlds.
Laws should destined just and more for human right.
However sometimes Destiny might be cruel. What will gods to say about the more detached of china evil troops? 
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------------       


Copyright © cheung shun sang | Year Posted 2013

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nuclear bomb

blinding light 
rolling thunder 
fires from the gates of hell

Copyright © matthew thompson | Year Posted 2014

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own shadows

Some people love to live in their own shadows
where they can be who they want to be because they are afraid 
of what others will say about them....
 It's not easy to live happy these days 
because people love to bring you down... 
Even your own friends doubt you

Copyright © amjed alaa | Year Posted 2014

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Hanging on the rope of depression

I was sad and scared, in the middle of the silence, hanging on a string of blades 
that is about to snap, a mirror in front of me, cries beneath me, depression was raging around me.

Copyright © Emily the band geek | Year Posted 2014

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The city

Forever setting an casting this life. Forever weeping its sunda as she crashed and put her self at bay. 

Hide away weeping and creeping always seeping. Never to see the light of day. For every morning weeping for ever creeping up thy path. Rusty gates  lay at bay. Creeping open at a whisper !!!!

The city stands tall at a glance she will never fall. The people fight for the right to strand. But they seek no darkness. And seek no creeping path of sunda. To feel the warmth off this slumber. As they sleep this nightmare away. 

The city sleeps but never weeps as she lay in rune. Waiting for her people to walk her streets once more. The city shall stand tall. And shine with all her might as the people return once more.

Copyright © Andrew Smith | Year Posted 2014

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`      HONG KONG starlet YING CHOI YEE..
Which is that flat?
What and where are you that you come from.
What breed? Are you weaned? I am breadwinner only I might. How about you our beloved witch YING CHOI YEE?
Put a smile on face to please. All are moneys ease as you can look so good and lewd on bed or life.  Can defended are likely none. Claimants that represent HONG KONG government play a prank and joke in court.
Signs and seeing views of policeman witness just is not queen evidence this time. Who then can prove that she dispose a bag of cocaine away from her car windows.
Who is triad?
What is coke?
Singer also starlet goes up smiling face to please her nabob friend. Seemingly she must please them with sexes and cokes.
Look so good this ways are something bad. 
Friend of she as this is very eminent business men and building landlord keeping many flats.
Which is that flat?
Where you come from?
Ways of made argots is not such as only those for cow.
Those are words from me that use to calm you down with much their wants.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------- 

Copyright © cheung shun sang | Year Posted 2013

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the beast and me

There's fire in my lungs.
smoke flows through my veins.
I feed the beast my soul
to gain euphoric pain.
I serve he who lives in me.
The monster in my mind.
The creature so abusive,
at times can be so kind.
In my mental hell,
I sit beside his throne.
I tend to his desire,
so I don't have to be alone.
Here He is my god.
And I, in turn, am his.
A symbiotic worship,
sealed within a kiss.
Sulfuric fumes consume us,
as we dance into the ether.
The hands of god are ours.
Hes made me a believer.
My halo, so very worn.
His horns, so alluring.
Hand in hand we walk,
love and hate enduring.
His guidance lifts me higher
than any drug could try.
His chains hold me down.
bound wings can not fly.
Walking straight and tall,
crawling on my floor.
I am his moonlit goddess.
And his filthy whore.
I wont break his binds.
I wish not, to be free.
I can never escape him,
for this beast is me.

Copyright © JoAnna Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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   World and business and peace...
Actions bring some change in mind or in deeds.

Actions reacted are also changed.

What are causes are events of fates.

Some effects can do and fixed.

Axioms of truths derive to theorem of life.

All human need morals and laws abiding.

Peoples should take their turns to govern or 
mastery some ways as they could be.

Are there are also common polls.

Limit your styles of business but no a real one to limit your wealth beside you are not.

Styles of business are bad if they are monopoly.

Each states or countries citizens have
right to lives and not fighting.

But it only can be if only if all countries obey the laws of peace.

So the name republican would be so right.

Only minds consistency is then united our worlds.

Forces that are right and fair is good to count our peace.

But China bossy bosses are other.

Or more critical world army forces should 
get equilibrium.

Ambitions and aggressions must be hold down.

Monopoly business are inner damned.

Greedy china tyrants upset the whole worlds.

Equilibrium can involve army forces, sciences knowledge, matters resources and
country wealth..

However beside reasonable and righteous
forces the world have aggressive forces that
line up with cabal as mainly Chna and Russia.

Then the danger of wars may break down.


Copyright © cheung shun sang | Year Posted 2014

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The Girl I Used To Know

You criticized me to the end of my 
existence. I completely lost myself, simply 
sitting made me anxious.
I was always waiting for you to call my 
name and point out another mistake. Self 
worth. What is that?
Quite frankly, I'm trying to rediscover 
mine. Since it has been perished. 
Diminished along with the feeling of 
I'm not comfortable anymore. I'm sorry if 
you think I'm superficial for liking clothes.
But I'm forever searching for an outfit that 
I don't have to tug at and readjust like my 
Sorry if my attitude isn't chipper when I 
first wake up in the morning after only 
getting 3 hours of sleep
because I had lay awake and analyzed 
every single one of my actions for the day,
after you insisted on pointing out 
everything I could have done better. Sorry 
that you think I'm a perfectionist,
because I'm more than aware that I'm not 
perfect. More than aware, because you 
remind me everyday.
I actually don't strive to be perfect, I just 
strive to be accepted. Your voice is like 
acid to my ears. 
All I want is one day of not having to hear 
your icy tone after you call me ignorant.
But ignorance is bliss, don't you know? I 
am so lost now that I actually miss the 
days that I was naive to this world.
The days where I just nodded and obeyed. 
Thinking that it would eventually change 
But no...it changed me. I've become a 
heartless *****. Actually, I care SO much.
Though, no one knows that. If I come off 
as a *****, I'm truly sorry. But I feel 
constantly on edge,
like I have to either defend or prove 
myself. If someone compliments me, it 
has to be a joke.
Who could compliment such a worthless 
piece of human existence.
That's what I think of myself now. Your 
fault? No, it's mine. My fault for not being 
able to overcome this.
My fault for turning to drugs because 
Molly was the only one who could make 
me happy. 
I counted how many times I genuinely 
laughed this year. Six. All of them when I 
was high.
My fault for locking myself in the 
bathroom and not being able to look in the 
mirror without bursting into tears because 
I hated myself so much.
I'd sit there and write out lists. Lists of 
everything I needed to change about 
myself, because what I needed to change 
about myself was everything.
But, then what does that leave? Nothing. 
And if I am nothing, then I no longer exist.
I spent so much time trying to be good 
enough for you, that I forgot about what 
was good for myself.
Gabriella? Yeah I knew that girl. But she 
disappeared the day that she met you.

Copyright © Gabriella Thakhamhor | Year Posted 2014

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The storm ends

Quite silly to
During inclement
Birds on the hill
Announcing the
Blessings for
Water and stone not
working miracles

Not the rule
Although some
Not effectively
And no smiling
Possibly reduces
Loads tears.

Puzzled stripes
In south and breeze
And the dissolute
No one else to turn
Affected continuous
The Hobo
Also fell in

But are persistent
The wrath of Heaven
Impatient that
With the integration
of tikatik ...
The roof
the beach
And the plains.

And also quite tired
The grain
In nearly depleted
Cause stubborn and
That attacks
In shy grass
And shoots beyond.

Allowed to
Re reign
Among those in
The brilliance of
And blaze of
Heat of dawn,
In the world of the

On standby
In the air
The cloud
To spread scattered,
And love dancing
Adjoining the thirst
Lost souls.

Ledge already
The Mysteries
And mystery machine
Insisted stand
Over the world
As hell!

Tomorrow morning
show the moon
To impair
Although clarity
Stare and think,
A light wind
In promising fields!

At night reign
The day head,
And the rainbow
Eager to sit
Notes and stars
Who love
And enjoy!

Not drown
On the strength of
false conflict
And not widows anode
The rose and leaf
Cause brutality,
Despair is running
Ends the storm!

Copyright © jaira Cadenas | Year Posted 2014