Best Confusionpeople Poems
Some people want to become a WRITER
some people want to become an ASTROLOGER
some people are interested in the feild of HISTORY
BUT what will i become for me, its a MYSTRY
MY mom always wanted me to think about my CARRIER
so last year i wanted to become a SOFTWARE ENGINEER
BUT before that my heart fell upon being a NEWS REPORTER
then i thought that my life would pass by asking " hellow ma'am
will this incident effect your CARRIER
THE first dream of mine was to become an AIR HOSTESS
serving people in the plane; coffee or tea with sugar more or LESS
I am a girl who keeps getting confused what to become and what NOT!!!
so many feilds to go in, BUT I flush all of them in the POT
SO this time i finally decided to be a MICRO BIOLOGIST
molecules , atoms , elements , all it is what this feild CONSISTS....!!!!!
We have so many role models in society.
You can choose from so many with such a different variety.
There are musicians, writers, actors, athletes, and so many more out there.
But the people we choose today, I don't get, I swear.
Some of these people's minds must be playing hooky.
With all the great people out there some people choose Snooki.
We choose people just because they are millionaires.
It seems like in today's society nobody cares.
On facebook, Charles Manson has 20,000 friends.
I don't get these people or today's trends.
He was a cult leader and murder for crying out loud.
But a role model to some and they say it proud.
Some people say it is O.J. Simpson when he was a football player.
Okay, but now he is a murderer, but I won't be a naysayer.
There are so many more I don't understand, but I won't even bother.
I will just be puzzled and look up to mine, because mine is my father.
Loneliness is a dagger to the heart.
It makes you scream with lustful intensity.
And when the chips are down, it kicks you in the face.
Hatred bleeds like an ulcer.
Living inside you until it kills you or you die.
Death is the answer.
Losing is winning.
Life takes time away from what you want to do.
Murder is a violation of personal freedom.
No one has the right to take a life.
People think the truth eludes them.
Even when it stares them in the face.
The trick is to own what is yours.
But most people just drink what the bartender pours.
Love has one source.
The sky is open to us all.
If it weren't then someone would tell us otherwise.
Love can kill and give life.
Pleasure is more than sexual.
It is limitless and filled with gratitude.
Sadomasochistic pleasure is the brain gone askew.
Its not your environment, its always you.
Fear is always real whether it is or not.
Fear and truth cloud the line.
Whats real and imagined are the same thing.
Living is purpose. Without it your dead.
Some people think they have purpose but its only external.
Purpose comes from within with help from outside.
Rhythm is the key.
From walking to breathing
to the old heart beating.
People think they know.
When there is no way they could.
Blindness causes an inability to see whats going on.
That's why we fall.
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There is nothing so madly frustrating like the sky being slightly above your head yet
said to be your highest limit
There is nothing so sadly annoying like knowing your loved yet feeling so hated
There is nothing so annoyingly irritating like being so brilliant yet being treated like
the most stupid thing that happened to humanity
There is nothing so provokingly saddening like lighting the life of people around you
yet filling your life with darkness
There is nothing so badly spiteful like seeing the best in people yet finding only the
worst in you
There is nothing so terribly annoying like being treated as a very precious jewel yet
feeling like the most useless trinket
There is nothing so humanly degrading like being the wealthiest person on earth
yet knowing that you are less than the most wretched church rat
And there is nothing so frustratingly annoying like feeling how you feel
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Nothing can make up for the hurt you get
When you're humiliated or in debt.
It certainly stirs a sour feeling of bitterness and regret
When realizing that trusting people is never a safe bet.
But the solution is not being indignant or upset.
\Don't let people injure your vanity.
Or accept their deceit and abuse with alacrity.
What's life without dignity?
It's just a poor, useless soil
That crops nothing however hard you toil.
\Don't let despair overwhelm your soul
And lead you to strange impressions.
Your spirit yearns for freedom not control.
So there is no need for concessions.
Just keep dignity as your lifelong goal.
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Do you ever just stare at the sky; hoping for an answer to the question why.
Why - do bad things happen;
Why - do some people go bad;
Why - do you have to make bad decisions, that make other people sad.
That's the way of the world, with it's twist and turns.
All anyone can do is try, but still; there will always be the question why?
Conspiracy Theorists: Get a Life
By Elton Camp
Conspiracy theories are merely illogical rot
That says most events are due to some plot
But they never explain just how or why
The conspirators are so powerful and sly
Scholars generally don’t believe such a thing
Because conclusive evidence they don’t bring
Contradictory evidence is explained away
It was planted by the conspirators they say
Outlandishly false such beliefs are seen to be
Cranks or the lunatic fringe only can them see
“But our views are being coved up,” they claim
They’ve convinced others to believe the same
As true theories, these claims don’t go very far
Actually, it is only wild speculation that they are
The mainstream report always works just as well
And these “theories,” nothing useful do they tell
How many people to the conspiracy must adhere
And a whistleblower they never seem to fear
But someone’s conscience would be in fright
And he or she would bring the conspiracy to light
If they should read this, I know what they’ll do
“Look at that. He is in on the conspiracy too.”
Conspiracy theorists are people we should avoid
They are mixed up and likely some are paranoid
Why do we deny to help someone ?
Why , if were all the same .
How is it possible man walk on the moon .
Yet people are still dying of hunger ?
We have the Most advanced technology
Yet people still parish of diseases .
Why ?
How is it posiible that in the 21st century
People still see acts of rascism .
Why if were all the same on the inside ?
Im not saying that we all deny to help ...
because theres those pure souls that do there best ,
But still ...
Why is there war ?
We live on the same planet
Why cant we all be friend's ?
Why so much hate
Why not love ?
So many unanswered question's .
And very little answer's .
Just ask yourself ...
Why ?
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Maybe we are trying to hard not to try
Maybe things are supposed to be this way
With me and you, you and I
But Baby who's to say?
How two people so different can be so much alike
is something I'm not used to
True friendships are few and far between
And I believe ours is the farthest from true
So scared to admit what would seem like defeat
From this time-hardened exterior of my heart
You make me vulnerable without trying
When usually from people I drift apart
TRYING TO UNDERSTAND
I DO NOT ALWAYS UNDERSTAND
SOMTHINGS HERE IN THIS LIFE,
THE MORE YOU TRY TO DO YOUR BEST
SOMEHOW IT TURNS TO STRIFE.....
THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DO ENVY
AND TRY TO BRING YOU DOWN,
WHY LORD MUST THIS HAPPEN??
TO LEAVE YOU WITH A FROWN...
"PLEASE LORD" HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND
WHY PEOPLE ACT THIS WAY,
ONE MOMENT THEY ARE NICE TO YOU
AND THE NEXT THEY TURN AWAY....
HOW CAN WE GET TO HEAVEN LORD
WITH GRUDGES IN OUR HEARTS,
HOW CAN WE SAY WE LOVE YOU
BUT STLL WE TAKE NO PART......
PLEASE MY LORD FORGIVE ME
IF I DO YOU SOME WRONG,
AND FILL ME WITH COMPASSION
SO I CAN PASS IT ON........
WRITTEN BY ANN HART COPYRIGHTED
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Never being important
Never being helped
All I wanted
Was someone
To recognize my name
I know you
I dont know your name
I forgot
Im tired of it
Not being a person
That people recognize
Im invisible
To most people
They dont care about me
Never have
Never will
Getting bumped into
Oh sorry
I didnt see you
Of course you didnt
Remember
Im invisible
Being home
No noises
Its not like Im here
Not making
Any noises
Just laying their
On my bed
Wanting to be remembered
I turn left and right
Still not making noises
Tears start to fall
Down my face
Quiet little tears
I want people to recognize me
I want people to remember me
Why cant I have
Those things
All I want
Is someone
To remember
My name
But I know
I cannot have that
So I just keep living on
With people
Who forget my name
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WHY DO PEOPLE DRINK AND DRIVE
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHY DO PEOPLE SMOKE FUNNY THINGS
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHY DO PEOPLE DIE SO YOUNG
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHY ARE PEOPLE GRUMPY IN THE MORNING
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHY DO FAMILIES ARGUE OVER SILLY THINGS
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHY DON'T PEOPLE UNRSTAND COPS ARE HERE TO HELP
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE MOST
WHY IS THE SKY SO BLUE
WHY IS THE BEACH SAND SO HOT
WHY DO HOUSES GET BIGGER
WHY DO THEY MAKE NEW CARS
I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND
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This girl shows no emotion and never really did as
a kid, she knows what will happen if she
lets people in,
As a baby her father walked away, he told her he'd
be back every single day,
Not once did he come to show her he cared, so the girl
hid her emotions to pretend they weren't there,
Showing her emotions lets people bring her down, so she
lets no one in and walks with a frown,
She is very grateful for what she does have, but expressing
herself to others is hard because of that,
The damage he has done has turned her this way, she
wishes she could let people in and feel o.k.
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Sometimes I want to talk, but then I feel like shutting up
Then I feel stupid when i do
Sometimes I want to watch TV, but I don't want to look at the screen
Then there's nothing else to do
Sometimes I want to be mean, but then I feel so guilty
Why can't I just be nice?
So many things, so many things that make me this way
So many things, so many things getting in my way
Chorus
Sometimes I want to scream, cuz I don't know what love means
And I don't know what to do
Then sometimes i want to run, but I'm afraid to hit the sun
Then I can't move at all
I need someone to talk to, I need someone to talk to
Sometimes I want to be with friends, but I don't feel like talking to them at all
Sometimes I want wings, so the wind can just carry me away
But, i'm too afraid to fall
I wish I had the bravery most people see when they look at me
Repeat Chorus
Why's it always so hard just to follow my heart?
I thought it'd be easy
Wish I could repair what I broke here and there
trouble everywhere
Repeat Chorus Twice
I wish I had the bravery most people see when they look at me
She doesn't understand exactly why
She lets other people fill her head with doubts
She doesn't understand exactly why
She lets other people bring her down
She doesn't understand exactly why
Everyone judges her the way they do
She doesn't understand exactly why
They run their mouths without knowing the truth
She doesn't understand exactly why
So many things are becoming so confusing
She doesn't understand exactly why
She allows others to hurt her feelings
She doesn't understand exactly why
People don't take the time to listen
She doesn't understand exactly why
She lets other people get under her skin
She doesn't understand exactly why
She keeps trying when every attempt is a failure
She doesn't understand exactly why
She has become so untrusting and unsure
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