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Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

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A child's plea

Dirty rotten scum to take the life of an innocent one torn away from my childhood but not yet thrown into adulthood you've given me a life of pain certain to only knowing, that never again, will the days be the same but I have found my new freedom here, within these mighty walls known as Gods kingdom

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

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                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

Details | Narrative |

Good Enough

What if I can’t make it  ?
What if I can’t take the pressure  ?
Am I’m good enough  ?
Good enough to have an  opportunity .
It’s like all my life I’ve been hearing that I won’t be shit because I’m retarded .
I’m ignorant.
I will end up dead like some worthless proof thug .
What if they are right ?
What if I’m not good enough ?
I’m sad
I should die.
Did anybody care when I let go of Love Jefferson and Leonardira ?
Did anybody care when I was at Chicken Express ?
Did anybody care when I wrote poetry ?
Is Christopher Carson Burton myself is trash ?
What if I can’t be good enough ?
What if people can’t accept me as successful as them. 
I want to be good enough just like them.
It don’t matter whether you’re stupid 
Your gay
Your black brown or white
Never give a damn what people say because you are good enough to push yourself.
All I want is people to look in my eyes and tell me am I’m good enough ?
I want to prove them wrong.
I want to be above
But I’m trying 
Don’t give up Christopher repeatedly in my mind .
Don’t give up.
Your Number one.
You got to be number one baby
You fall
Pick yourself off
You cry and whine
Dirt off your shoulders
Stay confident
Walk with swag.
Talk with pride and self esteem feel the vibe in you.
Everybody’s counting on you don’t fail try  try  your almost there  because if you don’t try then people will be right about you don’t ever let go and say you’re not good enough because I believe no I know that everyone has a dream to fly and shall finish.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

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Sitting Alone

Sitting alone here,
all by myself,
looking at a reflection that I do not recall.
I see a face looking back at me,
a twin,
but not my twin,
no I see a pale face,
I see jealously, pain, sorrow, and a frown
I see all the negative.
I see fear,
I see nothing.

I am sitting alone,
in my room
white walls surround me.
I hear the trains blow their horns off in the distance,
and the cars and trucks roaring down the lonesome highways.
I can even the crying and wailing of sirens
blazing down the avenues,
"Where is the fire, folks!?"

The wind blows through my window,
moving the blinds back and forth,
and I sit there alone,
smiling and singing a little.
Sitting there alone,
peaceful and tired
wanting to rest my head,
but scared too face the nightmares.
Too hear the voices of the dead
call out my name.
And I sit there alone
thinking of what once was,
beauty and harmony nomore
in my trial of certainty.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose |


She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
Afraid to go anywhere
Least she break

She sits outside
When the weather is clear
Reading the same book
She has read for many years
Painfully turning the pages
With crooked fingers

I see her smile
As the lines on her face
Seem to multiply ten fold
While she tries to remember
Why she is smiling

When the cooler weather
Dances around her
She wears a long soft scarf
Wrapped many times
Around her neck
To keep the cold away

She will ask me
"When will my friends
Be coming by?"
And I sit next to her
Hold her hand
And say to her
Soon Grandma… soon

Copyright © CJ Krieger | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |

The Night that I witness a friend dying over Jordan's

The Night that I witness a friend dying over Jordan’s.
It was a peaceful night a peaceful night that will jeopardized everything. So Me and my friend Calvin were so thrilled to buy something special to us and those were Jordan’s. So we looked all around and found something we like. I personally changed my mind so I went with a Jordan backpack instead.  While my friend purchased the red and white Carmelo’s they were smooth as ice smooth as Michael Jackson doing the shiny unbelievable moonwalk. We were so exiting that night until when we got outside we ran into an enemy from school name Terrence who realized that those were the last red and white Carmelo’s left so he became envious and jealous that he decided to rob Calvin as they got into an argument over it. I try to step in but I was pushed away. As I’m on the floor I witnessed my friend Calvin refusing and cussing Terrence out to give up the sneakers. So an angry enraged Terrence pulls out a knife stabs him six or more times in the heart and in his left temple as Calvin dies in my arms. Terrence attempts to come after me and stabs me but I attempt to avenge my friend so I wrestle with the knife and all a sudden I gasp. I’m stabbed three times laying on the ground with blood dripping out of my stomach. Terrence flees the scene and steals our stuff. Terrence  felt no sympathetic of empathy no even a guy to feel  regrets.   That moment of buying Jordan’s and a backpack was jeopardized and ruined forever. Eventually I survived the wounds and became a hero but Calvin he didn’t make it his wounds were damaged in the heart and a stabbing wound ending his   temple  
It’s my fault 
Calvin’s dead
It’s my fault
Terrence robbed us and got away.
I rather be dead.
Calvin should be living.
Why take him   ?
Why take me too   ?
Screw the world
I hate   it
MY fate is trash
I should die in a terrible crash like Left Eye.
But it happen to this day I’m bless and proud to say that I’m alive   , I’m a sole survivor. I’m Calvin’s new soul and heart and I am a hero of the tragic turn into a magical memory for my beloved friend Calvin .
Calvin lives I love you and rip.
Cmack Estevez
To be continued.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

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A life of lies, A world of pain---

A life of lies, A world of pain---
The sun marked the golden skies,
The final beams that led the night.
Came the shimmering moon,
into the spotlight.

The heart and mind synced to fight,
the other man hidden from sight.
The only reason left to live.
Binding the family you have left,
The world has been too kind to you.

The place called earth deserted in vain,
to fight a battle against the other man.
Your cause bold but failed alas,
caused by the collapse of your aged heart.
This world has been too kind to you.
Seeing from heaven you see,
Life lived was too easy.

The world hiding away itself,
lying away guilt free, all because,
Of the other man.

Copyright © Udit Uberoi | Year Posted 2016

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Tired squire

Angel of fire, followed by faithful right hand,
the squire of no desire, he's lonely, old and tired,
but his war is a death sentence from over, 
years made him bolder, while also much colder,
a crack away from snap, snap away from burst,
stomach hurts, tear and squirts out the insides,
no one knows where he went but he can't hide,
angel thinks "he's mine", 
but without his mind, which she took, he's blind,
goin down a road no one can find, 
sad really, it's kinda silly,
his thoughts are many but acts are few,
just wants to sit in the morning fog and dew.

Copyright © Austin Carmen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballade |

The Helpless Child

At the tender age of five
All alone and left to die
Father drunk and fueled with rage
Mother sniffing and shooting cocaine
Little teddy bear worn and ripped
Attached to her little broken hip
Her tears flood like an open gate
Hope someone hears her cries before it's to late

Hard wooden floors is where she lays
No pillow for her head  to dream of better days
Tiny shirt with Winnie the pooh
No socks or shorts just a diaper held together by glue
Hair of black like her swollen eyes
No ribbon in hair so this makes me cry
Sun candles beating through window pane
Hands placed upon her for what has this really gained

Everyone in church wonders where this little girl has gone
Or what in the world could she have done wrong
Little voice singing like an angel from up  above
Arrived in this world on the wings of a dove
Now there is a  empty pew
And her bible that  was unread and new
Only her name remains left behind
By the ones who loved her and who were so kind

So at a  tender age of only five
Left alone to lay there and die
When will one ever learn
Not to raise a hand on a child for your soul could be burned

{  Tribute To Abused Children }

Fictional Story Folks

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2008

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My Coming of Age

I wasn’t young – but not that old
I looked down – my blood ran cold
I spied a single little hair
That yesterday just wasn’t there
I thought to show it to my mother
But thinking that just made me shudder
I don’t think she would understand
After all she’s not a man
I’d show it to the guys I know
But they’d just laugh so that’s no-go
I don’t want to wait till I get more
Though I’m sure there’s more in store
So I’m turning to my friends on Soup
At least those in my own age group
And hope that one of them will care
To hear about my grey chest hair

Mdailey 	2/7/12
For Frank Herra's Coming of Age Contest

Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2012

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Old Age

Gone the days, when in the morn.
It felt good to be born.
Healthy,radiant and fit.
Leap out of bed, toot quick.
Now I rise with painful cries.
What troubles are in store?
No-good ships sail this shore.
Gone the smiles I used to get.
Now only disrespect.
A burden and a trial.
Cannot run a mile.
Too old for love, not a chance.
Not a second glance.
Memories gone, best not gotten.
Sooner lost quicker forgotten.
Of the future, there is none.
For an old and lonely Norm

No good ships sail this shore.
Refers to Shirley Temple and
her song " On the good ship Lollipop"
Too old for love. I hope not.
Forever hopeful.
Memories never gone, I live by them.
I have had a full life and wish for more.

Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2006

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Driving WHILE intoxicated Driving Under the Influence Driving With Ignorance. 
Two men speaking one man was scarred on his legs very bad burned and old 
healed up and working again no not the age of the man which was uncertain but 
the age of the burns was evident. He said his wife refused to pay the insurance 
on his truck and they repo came and got the truck he is riding now the city bus 
telling everyone he is the man how can he be so happy at losing everything he 
got his truck his driver license gone 
He still denies the alcohol the problem he says he drinks a very lot less but to 
me that is missing it he drinks and still acts tough and wants to keep his job and 
worthless partee. 
His life is slow but still he manages to crawl. 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007

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Get a Place

My dad is little angry but mum is alright.
If they feel different don’t get so tight.
They love me very much that’s why,
They always measure what is my height?

Dad heart is pure consult me always free,
I respect for experience he has knowledge light.
Mum cares for my taste and for a fashion,
Her choice is wonderful and very bright.

They shared my pain and offered happiness,
Sometimes I have argument but they were right.
If partner is in a young age enjoyment is lot,
Money and degree can’t get a place might.

If children are in early age they grown up soon,
Grand will be ever happy in olden age fight.
A right time is a right time and bad time is bad,
Care for your time if you want to enjoy life kite.

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005